Meetings were for those silly Seyms, she thought to herself with a huff. But trying to keep up appearances, she decided to attend anyways. Ah, there was a familiar face by the corner, that brat of Arthur's. Who was he again? She picked up her skirts, and sat next to him. Hopefully Arthur would arrive soon, and explain to her what was going on! But in the meantime... "Kakvas za-vot?" she asked.
(Kakvas za-vot=How are you? What's your name? A formal Russian greeting. )