It took Katya a moment to remember the name, but then she nodded. "Da, I am remembering this," she said, hesitating before she took Isobel's hand. She glanced at her hand, noting the long, thin fingers. It was the hand of a creative person, an elegant person. Releasing Isobel, she stepped back. "I am Katya, I think I said. Please, before the fortunes, would you be liking a drink with your fortune?" She gestured to the tea-lined walls. "For Bellum residents, this drink is free."