She laughed then, shaking her head, "I'm sure, reasonably sure, anyway." She shrugged then, which caused a near-tectonic jostle, it was like the tide really, "Mostly because in my line of work I've got no use for military plans, or government ones, and I would make a terrible Russian, though I do know a few choice swear words in the mother tongue, which you're going to have to wait a few more drinks before I even attempt."
The smile was back, the amused, wry, half-mischievious one, "I'm Adelia, Van Helsing. The third."