[ When the last person you expect to see but has so desperately wanted to see suddenly appears before you trapped in a room in a creepy building what else are you supposed to think? Naturally, you might start to feel like you've gone a bit mad. This will hopefully explain the wide-eyed look he's currently giving her moments before realizing that he's there, banging on the glass.
Unbeknownst to Bob, he's asking himself the question Yelena is shouting at him. Is she real? Or is she just a figment of his imagination? Had all his loneliness manifested - leaked - out into the real world? It's pathetic, if that's the case. But maybe more than pathetic, it's terrifying. What does that mean? So much of his reality can be distorted on a good day and that fact only seems to become more exacerbated by the fact that he doesn't have a purpose. ]
Yelena?
[ If anyone from the Thunderbolts walked in on them right now, they'd probably laugh at the absurdity of the state of them: both looking like drowned rats, wide-eyed and confused and just staring because neither of them had expected this. Then again stranger things have happened. But affectionate ribbing from friends that aren't here is the farthest thing from his mind. Rather, what Bob is thinking about, is how much he wishes he were Ava or John or Alexi or Bucky or anyone but him really, because they would know how to get Yelena out of here. Hell, even if their positions were reversed, she would know what to do.
His eyes dart to the door which would have been her first attempt and then to the window. If Yelena couldn't smash the glass, maybe he could? Quickly he motions for her to step back before drawing a fist back - only for the glass to practically push back against him. He's trying not to let the panic show and probably failing to do a good job even as it tracks very clearly on his face that he's trying to come up with something, anything to get her out. After a moment he points inside the room before mouthing - Is there anything in there?
...Hopefully that's enough to help get his point across. ]
S O B HE'S GONNA TRY HIS BEST
Unbeknownst to Bob, he's asking himself the question Yelena is shouting at him. Is she real? Or is she just a figment of his imagination? Had all his loneliness manifested - leaked - out into the real world? It's pathetic, if that's the case. But maybe more than pathetic, it's terrifying. What does that mean? So much of his reality can be distorted on a good day and that fact only seems to become more exacerbated by the fact that he doesn't have a purpose. ]
Yelena?
[ If anyone from the Thunderbolts walked in on them right now, they'd probably laugh at the absurdity of the state of them: both looking like drowned rats, wide-eyed and confused and just staring because neither of them had expected this. Then again stranger things have happened. But affectionate ribbing from friends that aren't here is the farthest thing from his mind. Rather, what Bob is thinking about, is how much he wishes he were Ava or John or Alexi or Bucky or anyone but him really, because they would know how to get Yelena out of here. Hell, even if their positions were reversed, she would know what to do.
His eyes dart to the door which would have been her first attempt and then to the window. If Yelena couldn't smash the glass, maybe he could? Quickly he motions for her to step back before drawing a fist back - only for the glass to practically push back against him. He's trying not to let the panic show and probably failing to do a good job even as it tracks very clearly on his face that he's trying to come up with something, anything to get her out. After a moment he points inside the room before mouthing - Is there anything in there?
...Hopefully that's enough to help get his point across. ]