Anatoly probably had the right idea about that. Trying to pinpoint the date of every single crazy thing that happened in Lawrence would probably drive Myka out of her mind. Because things were always strange and hectic. To try and document it would be insanity and while Myka might be insane, she wasn't that insane.
Was there a chance for her to make up for her mistakes? Had they been mistakes? She'd been right to put her trust in Helena in the end. It was just.... not the entire time and that was the mistake. She knew it was the pain and rage, that it wasn't Helena, not completely. That there was a woman beneath all of that who was trying to come through. But what of Myka? Who was she? She thought she had known. But here? Here she was no one. But if she could help Helena see that the woman she once had been was still there, maybe it would be okay. Even if the lack of things to do drove her mad. Somehow, she wouldn't be surprised if this place did that to her. But maybe the awkward feeling would at least go away at.. some point. That would be nice.
With Anatoly's response on Svetlana making good on her word, Myka just smirked.
"Well, I doubt it would be any fun if she did it while you were expecting it."
Because really, where was the fun in that? Myka knew that when she decided to be in a playful mood with Pete or Artie or Claudia, she tended to do things when they were least expected. Because that was when the best reactions happened. Really, it was the only way to do it. So once it was her turn, Myka took her shot, scrunching up her nose as she missed. Well, that was disappointing. She was supposed to have better aim. Then again, pool wasn't like shooting a target.