It seemed, at least to Svetlana, that people no longer took the time to observe. They were so quick to jump into the fray, be it verbally or emotionally or physically, that missing even the most obvious of signs were common place. Or people refused to truly look at things from all angles and latched onto one incident and played victim and petty child. It probably had a lot to do with the time and atmosphere of where they were raised, yet it was still quite obvious to the blond Russian, that all she could do was accept it. Which she did, unless it became a complete nuisance, and then no words were spared.
Was it awkward to try to be there for someone who had a situation that made no sense and often had felt insulting? Perhaps for some. And it was far from what had happened with the girls, but Svetlana wasn't pulling from that experience. Nor was she going to use it as an excuse to brush off the situation with Andy at present.
"Oh, it most certainly is." Because Svetlana wouldn't lie on that fact. She knew how hard it was to relax when worry and stress were waging war. When there wasn't even anything that could be done beyond wait.
"That is a feeling I know well. The hatred of feeling powerless to help..." or in general but that was a topic Svetlana avoided at all costs. It was part of life in Moscow. Tied into the alternate Moscow. But in Lawrence there was so much that was around to make regular people feel beyond their elements. They could learn to defend themselves, but that only got one so far when they were dealing with more supernatural threats.
Nodding in agreement on the most that could be done for people like them was to be support as needed, Svetlana sipped her wine.
"Which can do a lot of good so long as people are receptive to it... " And some seemed to take advantage of support while others ran from it. Sometimes it made it more difficult.