Isabel raised a brow slightly at his choice for her. Things Russian were never a favourite of hers; besides the white nights of Russian winters, the country boasted such unpleasantries like the damned werewolves and Nosferatu. Neither of which, she thought to herself, were likely to bother her now.
"Please, call me Isabel. To your health," Isabel toasted him before taking a cautious sip of the drink.
Nodding, she set the drink down, glad that she didn't take a bigger drink. There was much that she'd need to get used to again.
"I am Italian," Isabel answered his other question. "My home is there, but the family has interests here and I am on a working holiday." She gave him a shrug and took a second sip of her drink. "What of you? What brings you here?"