A year ago, and this never would have happened. But Lawrence had a way of changing relationships and while Svetlana never would have seen herself befriending Florence, somehow she had. It had taken time and figuring out just where everyone stood, but as things settled, as lives moved on in directions that made more sense, a friendship somehow had formed. True, the blond still wasn't all that forthcoming with her thoughts, she was the same with everyone, but Florence had offered to listen if needed and Svetlana extended the same courtesy. And even though she did not say much in general on the boards, Svetlana still did observe. Which meant that she had a feeling that Florence would definitely be needing something to drink and while she had her own personal feelings on the whole thing, they didn't really change the fact that the other woman would be upset.
It was why she decided to bring a bottle of wine over with her. Because sometimes it helped. It wasn't a permanent solution, but for something like this? It would help. Svetlana had seen those she cared for harmed enough times to know. She had been left to the sidelines, unable to do anything but try to make things easier. Dmitri. Erik. Even Mikhail, though he had least hadn't died from it. The girls being shot and unable to do anything because someone was holding her to the ground to keep her from being shot as well. Not that it would have mattered, not to her. But she knew that sometimes, the edge needed to come off and what better way than a glass of wine with someone who at least had a vague idea on what was going on.
Really, this was insanity, though. Svetlana had no idea how to help when the threat was a Disney villain. She was a mother and simply human. And it wasn't like December, where she could just take all the children up to the eighth floor and try to protect them up there, where there were others who could help with that. Curses? It left her back to the feelings she'd been fighting her whole life. That she couldn't do anything to help, that she wasn't anyone to begin with. She found a niche with the medbay in the administration aspect, but times like this? Not to mention her present aggravation of Myka. Honestly. She needed to move on already and stop being a petulant child who knew they were in the wrong so kept acting out by avoiding it.
With the girls asleep and Anatoly reading up on... something medical that made no sense to her, Svetlana made her way to the Trumpers' apartment and knocked, and waited until Florence opened the door.
"I imagine you could use some wine?"
This wasn't her strong point. Not at all. So offering wine as the first thing to say? Eh, it would have to do.