She's not not laughing at Yelena's expense, more at the absurdity of the situation than anything. She's dealt enough with annoying shrinking people to recognize the surroundings for what they are, balancing safely upon a wedge of pineapple that's perched at the edge of an oversized cocktail glass. Yelena's landed much less gracefully, but Ava trusts the woman's ability to swim more than... well, her own. But she doesn't have to admit to that when she's not the one sputtering and splashing.

Help comes instead in the form of a long plastic orange sword, used for skewering cocktail fruit and not all that sharp at the edges, stretched out for Yelena to grab hold to. "That was rather dramatic."