Mika glanced sideways at Charlotte, both of them standing on the back of the sword, still balancing themselves carefully. With a lowered voice, he leaned in a little and whispered.
"She's giving us the silent treatment, isn't she?"
Charlotte exhaled slowly, eyes flicking toward her mother with a guilty glance.
"Yeah." She murmured. "Looks like it. That look on her face? Like she doesn't want to talk to anyone. And those slightly puffed up cheeks, definitely a sign."
"...That's the classic pout of someone giving the silent treatment and sulking hard right now."
Mika shook his head and let out a breathy laugh.
"You've got to be kidding me...Is she really pouting?"
He turned his attention to Yelena, her back to them, not sparing even a glance their way.
"Yelena..." He called out to her. "..don't be like that."
She didn't move. Didn't even blink in their direction but he still raised a brow and pressed on.
