The words brought Katya out of her reverie, and she turned, offering him a tiny smile of her own. She had been sitting with her back to the door, not wanting to appear overeager to see him. It was silly how she was thinking so much about him and how he might interpret her behavior. "Thank you," she replied. She noticed his cane but said nothing. Instead, she gestured to the seat across from her. "If you are liking, we can have tea and cakes here. Or we can be going somewhere else."