Jaylah and Illya
That seemed kind of odd to Illya, that the only people like her that she would have ever met were her own family. In a way, that must make life kind of lonely. He could sort of relate.
"Here I work with security." That was where he had seen Jaylah, on his rounds. "Back home, I work for an organization in the Soviet Union called Komitet gosudarstvennoy bezopasnosti, or KGB in English. I am a spy."
That was weird for him to admit so freely here, as back home doing so to the wrong person could have easily cost him his life.