She had been back in Lawrence for... thirty six hours or there about and Svetlana wasn't really sure on what to make of it all. She had already seen Helena once but it had more been playing chess and drinking tea and vodka. Nothing really had been said. She had spoken to some on the boards, those she considered friends, yet she didn't know how to feel. She didn't know what to make of her memories. The year she'd been in Lawrence. Everything that had happened. It all had come back at once, memories overwhelming her. Anatoly had shown up and she hadn't even been surprised. She knew that he'd been sent back to their world as well. She had checked their old apartment the second she had gotten back but he hadn't been there. Everything had been empty.
Sleep had only happened after the first night of vodka and chess and that was because of the drink. Following that, the Russian woman had remained awake. She needed to sort through everything. She needed to accept that the girls weren't in Lawrence this time around. She knew that there was nothing to worry about, not now. She had made sure to ensure their well being. Had made sure to ensure her family was protected. But that didn't mean it would be easy for her to not have the two girls there with her, to be a family. It was safer for them in Moscow in a way, but it didn't make the separation any easier.
Having been staring out the window, Svetlana was aware that her husband had gone out for.... something. If it was to get situated in the medbay again, or simply to walk, or get something that they needed, she wasn't exactly sure. Her mind was elsewhere. Death and violation, pain and fear. Threats that were no more but her mind was once again trying to process. Admissions to the past she had kept so long hidden. So much had happened in Lawrence. Boundaries pushed. Things put into motion sooner than she'd been prepared for.
The knock at the door snapped Svetlana from her self reflection and she blinked, shaking her head before walking to the door. Either Anatoly forgot the key or it was either Dick or Helena as she hadn't told Florence their room number. Upon opening the door, the date hit Svetlana. It wasn't the death of Christina, that was coming up but no, it was around the craziness that had happened with Moriarty. Which meant... the day Helena had been shot? She was still hazy on dates but she had the time frame. And it wasn't like she'd turn the Victorian woman away. So once Helena was in, Svetlana closed the door then headed to where there were some plastic cups as getting actual cups and plates and silverware wasn't high on her priority list right now. She'd see if the money wish carried over when she was in a better state of mind.