"Net? This is too bad." When Iris was finished with the vodka, Katya took it and poured herself enough for a shot. She tossed it back, the burn of the alcohol delightfully warm as it slid down her throat. When she finished the shot, she poured another. She polished that one off quickly as well and opted to pour some of the red wine instead of another shot. "You, I am thinking, would be very pretty in dresses."
She sipped at the wine, letting the sweet flavor soothe the bitter burn of the vodka. "You should to tell me your task," she encouraged. "I found..." She lost her train of thought. It took her a minute to get back on board the train, and another minute to find her seat again. "I found that talking. It was. Helpful. Da, helpful." Not entirely. Some people had told her utterly idiotic things, but that was alright. Some people were just utterly idiotic. Iris, on the other hand. Iris had been helpful.