Someone else might have been intimidated by that, but not Elena. Not anymore. At the beginning, maybe, but not now. She’s been a Turk too long.

It’s clear that Reno isn’t in any hurry to help her up. She’ll have to do this herself. Her arms are tiring, growing numb and shaking with exertion, but she still has strength left in her core. She starts to swing her lower body, trying to purchase with her legs.

The whole time, she glares daggers at Reno.