Myka had faith she would adapt,she always did. And she really did hope that this momentary lull would give her that chance to at least feel settled and not always on her guard. To make a life here just as she had in Unville, at the Warehouse. Then again, at least she had her things from home at Leena's. They'd been shipped and she had her own room and while she had her room at Helena's, she only had things from here. Which was fine because she did need to make a life here, but it wasn't really her room, not yet. At least she had Pete the Ferret. Odd but she did.
Would the Seal give her a break? Not that it had even been focused at her specifically. She was caught in the crossfire and her need to protect Helena. Was it so strange that she was so judgmental of some here, yet not Helena? Should she just.. forgive Gaia? Or shun Helena for what she had done, been about to do? It was a constant war. Her heart versus her head, not just with Helena, but with the destruction of the Warehouse, of saving it. Because she had seen the promos. Had seen there was a chance. But at what cost?
The war was a constant and kept her up, the images of destruction and worry for those she lived with. Those here. What was she supposed to do? And shooting pool wouldn't really solve anything, but it would focus her mind at least, so she just nodded.
"You're on, Russian Josh Groban."
She didn't know why she felt like calling Anatoly that. She knew his name, clearly. But sometimes, it just fit. Such as when she had warned him that he was next in regards to getting pinned to the ground. Or thinking he was smoking Russian marijuana. So paying her tab presently, Myka made her way to the pool table, picking up a cue stick and checking the balance.