She didn't hesitate in replying with a quick shake of her head. "Net, I am fine." Small lie. She would be fine as soon as they sat down in the theater where the smell wouldn't be so godawful.
They handed their tickets to the employee checking them and proceeded, as directed, to Theater 9. The theater boasted stadium seating, for which Katya was grateful. Sometimes being short was a chore. "My employees, they say is good to sit near the top and in the middle," she told him, leading him up the steps. She settled quite happily into the dead middle of the theater. There was plenty of space between them and the other two groups of people in their row. "Is not so bad, hm?" She gave him a fleeting smile.