Nadia didn't visibly wince, but she paused for a moment, going still. She noticed the rumble of the bus beneath her, the bumping across an ill-maintained road, the purr of the engine.
Then her attention drew back, re-focusing on the girl beside her. Her smile was rueful. "We were separated for a very long time," she said. "He came to America long before I did. And now all of his copies are scattered-- neither of us are sure how we would find one, so I have only heard about it." She'd balanced her chin against the heel of her hand, surveying James and considering. "The curfew has taken a bit of getting used to, especially when it was stricter. Are you always out by yourself at odd hours, then?"