When Anatoly had seen Myka's post, he'd worried about her. After having been around her in Paris, and then over the weekend, he had seen enough to know that she seemed to handle things the same way Svetlana did. Which was basically not facing them unless forced to. And given what he knew of her and Helena, it was more than enough cause for him to worry. And the fact that she'd given him the address of a bar? Yeah he was definitely going to make sure nothing happened to her. He knew if he didn't, Svetlana would kill him for not going, and then Helena would kill him for the very same reason. But he also did genuinely care, and perhaps it would be better for Myka to have someone around that wasn't a reminder of what she'd been through in her own world.
So after getting Myka's location, Anatoly told Svetlana where he was going and what he was doing. No doubt Svetlana would worry about what was going on, but at least he wouldn't be killed for not letting her know what was going on? Making his way to the bar, Anatoly was all ready trying to figure out what approach he would take. He was still getting to know Myka, but he was rather good at helping others get through their issues. Well, mostly just Svetlana right now, but now that he wasn't in his robotic chess mode, he was more able to help people. In this state, he was the emotional one, the one who could help point the way and help guide another when he was invested.
Stepping inside, Anatoly quickly spotted Myka sitting at the bar. He crossed over and took the stool next to her. He glanced at her for a moment, but it was long enough to know how not okay she was.
"What are you having?" He asked. Because just diving right into the topic wasn't always the best idea ever. And considering they were in a public place, he wasn't about to make Myka breakdown right then and there.