He knew that look, he'd had it himself last year. That sense that the world they knew was gone and everything had changed for the worse, that life was so different in this place and things got so hard sometimes. "Its okay to let it freak you out you know. This place. The fact that its 30 years on. Oh if it helps the Berlin wall came down. There's no Soviet Union anymore. Molokov probably got shot at some point so that's a plus?"
It was probably a lot to take in, much as she'd been with Sergievsky he knew she had no love for the Soviets. He'd once in anger told her she was betraying her father by walking out on him for a Russian. But he knew her too well. "Maybe...he could have gotten out if..." he said simply knowing she'd know who he meant. If he'd been alive at all.
She did follow him as he left the complex moving quickly to get to the street and turn toward the Starbucks that was only a block away. There was room for her to walk beside him but she seemed to want to walk a little behind him. It didn't suit her. "I don't bite you know." he said with more than a little irritation in his tone. He didn't need that from her. "Just walk beside me Florence" he told her as he reached the end of the street and pressed the lights.
"Is it really that weird for you?" he asked. "Not the world, I understand that. But me"