[ Having already eaten one of her extra samples and tossed the little wax cup on the floor (which she absolutely would not usually do, but again she's mad and venting her anger in little petty ways makes her happy) Yelena is on to her second and has squirreled away the third in one of the pockets of her jacket already when she's approached.

A quick appriasal tells her this woman is likely not an employee of the store, and her little mock toast confirms that. Smirking Yelena raises her sample cup in return ]
За похищению!

[ The Russians will toast to anything, really. She pops the sample in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully for a moment. ]

At least, for kidnappers they make pretty tasty food. Have you tried the alien eggs? I always wanted to eat an alien. Now, I can say I have.