That is certainly the last greeting Yelena had thought she'd get, expecting something much more along the lines of being told to fuck off or being pointedly ignored entirely. In that maybe a cosmic joke way, again, it was more effective than aggression would have been at giving her pause. Curiosity, as usual, wins over making a quick about-face and walking right back away.

"Is that meant to be a joke? Or are you drunk? Because that is a very weird thing to say. Well, not the nervous part, that makes sense, but wasn't not seeing people for days the point of the whole hermit act?"