Well, if Anatoly took something from this random conversation, so be it. She was clearly better at the friendship thing than he was. Sort of. Even if the Warehouse agents were more family than anything else. But she did understand being the odd one out, it had just never bothered her because she had other things to focus on. Her studies. She had buried herself in her books and languages and self defense and fencing classes. And they had all come in handy, oddly enough. Then if she recalled anything from Paris and the past weekend, it was that Anatoly hovered. Just it was never at her until now apparently. Did she need that? Probably not. In a fight, Myka would probably be the one having to defend the Russian if it came to it but she supposed if he hovered naturally, he would just add her to it. Annoying but no matter.
Still, human decency was something that sometimes seemed lacking. There was good and bad in the world, people affected by things they never should have had, lies to protect. There were so many complexities and things like decency could be forgotten in the face of turmoil and a need to fix it, not realizing that jumping to fight could just make things worse instead of trying to use calm logic to talk someone down. Or... holding guns to your forehead with the person's hand holding the gun... that worked as well. But it wasn't a fight, it was human nature. It was dark and horrible but wonderful. Complex. It was part of the reason she had pushed Helena to try and reach out to others. Because she didn't understand the pain a mother would feel at losing their child, but also, there was good out there in people and Helena needed to see that, to have that hope again. And she was seeing that it was having an effect on the Victorian woman in the connections she was making with people even if she hurt.
At least Anatoly knew he'd been a moron. She really didn't feel like hitting him as well for what he had done. And she knew Helena was remorseful for what had happened. How she hadn't wanted to be the reason Myka left the Warehouse, knowing how important it was. She had saved them all.
"Do they?" Because she hadn't seen Pete do that... her family. Then again, she didn't know everyone here, she didn't know their stories or their lives so maybe everyone did. She found it hard to believe in the good of people when she didn't trust easily but it was probably accurate. She had let herself get caught up, controlled by her emotions. And yes, that had saved them but at what cost to her ability to trust others?
"I suppose..."
Not that it did much good here. Which was the whole issue. The fact that, even if she was sent back home, she would still be without the Warehouse. And while she'd have Claudia and Pete and Artie, Helena would be dead. And they would still be lost without that purpose, that goal. That part of them that was so defining even if it was supposedly just a job. It was overwhelming and distressing to think about. At least he didn't know the truth of the matter. Or.. she didn't think he did. That would have just been awkward. Instead she nodded in silent agreement. It really wasn't hard to figure out why Anatoly stayed away from things like the government. The fact that Artie worked for the Warehouse despite his history... well, Artie was Artie. That was basically all there was to it.
"I'll look into it..."
She did mean it. She needed something to do, she was anxious. It was just a matter of figuring out what. She knew there was the FBI but she didn't know if she wanted to that, even if it was similar to what she had done. And she had seen job openings for Stark Industries. And that Oliver kid was talking about something as well. Maybe that could work. It would be easier to have a job tied to this whole mess anyway should something happen. Less explanations and all.