Anatoly had a different definition of hovering than most people did. So while he might not consider this hovering, Myka wasn't so certain. Though it could be worse and she knew that. And while she wasn't a naturally violent person, there was a possibility that she'd do something to Anatoly were he mother henning her and being annoyingly persistent. The only one who could get away with that was Pete. So instead she would just deal with it for now as she was more focused on her glass of gin and tonic.
Guilt was a painful thing, and while others may not see what she had to feel guilty over, while the others had forgiven her for leaving the Warehouse, Myka still felt guilt over it. Regret. Would she have changed things had she known what Helena had been planning. If she had known, perhaps she could have helped her through it as best she could without the world nearly being destroyed. But it was too late for that.
Okay, so that made sense. She had only known Pete for three years, how could she know if he had never faltered in such a way or what the future held. Then again, Pete seemed far too comfortable with himself. Well adjusted. He was probably the most well adjusted of them all. Him and Steve. God, Steve. If only they had known, could they have helped him? Saved him from his fate or at least find a way to have prevented his death? As such, the brunette just nodded thoughtfully as she sipped her drink. Though Anatoly was correct in the fact that Myka hadn't dealt with what had happened. It really had only been over a year since Yosemite. She had been trying to deal with that when Helena had sacrificed herself for all of them and that had only been four and a half months ago. There was a lot that needed to be dealt with and Myka didn't know if she would ever have the time to really do so. Especially here.
"Hopefully you're right on that..." Okay, so having something to keep her busy might not help with the dealing but at least she'd be able to keep busy.