Hands in the pockets of his olive green jacket, Mikhail watched the pair. He was not much of a talker, especially given his less than desirable English. Still, he had been in the country long enough that he was proficient and it got him by. Ilyana would be much more adept and her Russian would have an American English twist to it.
The girl looked back at Mikhail before he nodded. "You can tell her your name. Say your name," the man encouraged in his native tongue. The little brunette then turned and tugged twice on Cherry's dress.