For a moment, it appeared that Valechka was almost about to have a violent outburst towards the other girl. She didn't like having to say the same thing twice, after all. Valechka's face curled into a tight grimace, body tensing up, hands balled into a fist. Then, she relaxed, takig a deep breathe to calm herself down. Perhaps it was the other girl's reaction with which Valechka believed the other girl could do no harm.

"Nyet. No worries," the bear-girl relaxed, "tsel' i zatem ogon. Is what babushka always say. Valechka can hear her saying right now. Probably is." She scratched herself over the chin. Valechka appeared uncomfortable, not acclimated to the weather or the people. When the other girl had the audacity to laugh at her, Valechka was confused. She didn't find what she had said previously funny. Perhaps it was an insult, though Valechka reasoned that such a person wouldn't say such a thing so upfrontly. "Blin," she sighed, trying to keep herself in check.

After the girl finished her speach, Valechka held a finger up, gesturing her to wait a minute. She got on one knee and took off her ruck sack. Then, she dug through her potatoes to produce a crumpled piece of paper. The paper was unraveled and there was a message inside. "Is welcome letter. Valechka think is what babushka say. Valechka is not of understanding language properly, but think talk about witch craft. Babushka always talk about woods. This not woods though. Too bright, too hot, not enough tree."