Eliina had never known of the breakout. She had been taken, though that was never the word that he used, long before she even had the chance to make a break for freedom. She'd never known when or if her brothers had ever found real freedom. Had never known if they'd actually survived. She'd always thought they did, liking to think that somehow she'd just know if they were no longer alive. Impossible to say for certain, but still she'd held onto that hope. And while Lorenzo might have been a lying bastard... she knew he'd taunted her only with facts, that he could take the lives of her brothers because they were possibly alive out there somewhere. If he actually knew where they were was another story entirely.
Always the case though, unanswered questions that could only multiply if given the chance.
They were strangers, in truth as well as name. Staring at him as he stood there in front of her it was obvious that he hadn't had the same experience as she did but she knew that looks were deceiving. The finest clothing in the world couldn't always make a situation palatable. But what his life had actually been like was as much a question for her as it was for him. Though by the fact that he was standing at her door... he might know more about her than she did about him.
Of course Eliina wanted to know about Jerzy, she was dying to push and find out if Taavi knew where he was but she stilled her tongue. Too soon and too new a topic to press. That was easy to see. Her lips pressed together at his retort. Brother or no, she always balked at male condescension. Granted she saw that far more often than it actually existed. She would just have to wait, practice that patience that she had already practiced for so many years.
Eliina was actually far more comfortable stepping back into her condo and dealing with the wrath of having missed the event for the evening than actually going. Though having a long lost sibling there added a whole other level of tension. Her purse was set heavily on the table just inside the doorway. Her feet made a beeline to the liquor cabinet, a well worn path. Instead of reaching for the small wine refrigerator that she'd had installed she reached for the cabinet and the far stiffer beverages. Two glasses were retrieved and filled quickly with an old whiskey. She heard the door lock, glancing over her shoulder to check that it was done properly. She had her own moments of paranoia and for good reason.
Glasses in hand, Eliina moved to the sofas. She set a glass on the glass coffee table for Taavi and kept her own in hand as she settled down onto the cushion. The drink was immediately brought to her lips and a sip taken. "Whatever you have on hand is a very open ended question here..." she said simply inclining her head toward his drink. "Hope that's acceptable though."
What did you say... He seemed to be the one with an agenda, she was still getting over the shock of it all.