Easier, yes. Svetlana was queen of deflecting, which was how she always recognized it. She would call Anatoly on it, even if she was deflecting by calling him on deflecting, she would call Dick on it. She called Helena on it. Really, when one was so used to avoiding and deflecting and phrasing, it was that much easier for her to see just what was going on. It was just figuring out the best approach. With the other three, she knew exactly which way to get them to talk, with Florence it would be trial and error. But as she knew how bad things could get if one consistently held it all in... well, personal experience was the best teacher.
"Well enough."
Simple. To the point. Not all that revealing. They both knew the world around them, they knew the threat and the fact that neither of them had the skill to help, not in these. There were no powers they could call upon, no years of training with weapons. And while being supportive was all well and good, it was also completely draining. Especially when all you did was play the supportive role and ignore the pain it caused you.
"Biscuits would be nice...."
As she answered and took a seat, Svetlana kept an eye on Florence. Because there were tells in everything. Word choice and body language. She knew that this was just a topic change, an attempt to change the direction of the conversation they both knew was hanging in the air. Perhaps it was simply the fact that Svetlana didn't like the notion of someone suffering the way she did, in silence, because they felt the need to play a certain role consistently. It was also familiar for her, the role she had played in Moscow, the listener and advice giver. But she was learning to share as well. Perhaps it would be good for the both of them. Even if the wine was what would break the ice.