Lia wasn't sure that Mo was Mo. There was nothing her world could have offered that ever said 'Mohini is a Sanskrit name. The woman coming down the stairs looks Indian. Put two and two together.'
Mohini could look like a thirty-year-old albino dolphin and Lia would just roll with it.
"No?" She cocked her head, assuming the woman was speaking to her. "I didn't ring anything. I was just asking for Mo."
The pixie corrected her stance, squaring her shoulders and looking very happily proud of herself, chipper and pleased, and not quite on the exhausted end of rushing. "She's going to help me learn about Russia."