"Mmhmm," goes Agent Romanoff, but it's Tanya who speaks next.

"Sveta, I think I've got an eyelash in my eye, could you-"

Her tray successfully handed over, Tanya ducked out the back and in front of the closest mirror. Thumb into the corner of her eye to follow up her excuse, but then she straightens her hair, finger-combs it back into place.

"There. All better?" she murmurs, as if talking to herself.