To be honest, she didn't want to talk about the Soviets or Molokov or her father. One of the things she'd been looking forward to was getting away from all of that. Freddie didn't just know about it. He knew her. It was one of the reasons he was so toxic for her. Yes, it made them closer, but it also meant he knew how to push the buttons guaranteed to set her off. Even when he didn't mean to, moreso when he did.
Despite herself, she moved up closer to him, wanting to not look like an idiot if nothing else. "I don't hold out a lot of hope," she confessed, shrugging her shoulders. "I don't suppose it matters any more. Chances are, he doesn't even exist in this world." And would she know him if he did? Not likely. "I should read up on it, I guess. I've been afraid to, I think." Because he was right, this place did freak her out. And she'd been too busy reading up on demons and the methods the building was using to keep them out.
The fact that Freddie had the nerve to ask meant he at least deserved an honest answer. "Yes," Florence said simply. "I thought I'd never see you again. I'd planned on going home and leaving all of it behind. Global and chess in general and I just wanted to move on. And not only am I here with you, I'm apparently here with you at the end of the world. Yes. It's that weird."