Valentina sighed. "No. I have heard nothing. I really hope we get out of here soon. I am not used to being hungry this long." It was clear from the forced formality in her voice that she was trying hard to remain calm. Hunger was not her only problem. She was Rom, she did not like being in a box. She tried desperately to find something else to talk, and think, about. 

"I have seen you at the camps. My great uncle tells me you are... Gangrel? It is nice to meet you. I am Valentina." It was modesty that made her continue to introduce herself. Nearly everyone in Russia knew at least her name and that she was a singer. She got tired of people brushing away her introduction by using it as an excuse to talk about music, or theatre, or worse, about her. Often times they launched into it so quickly that they never even introduce themselves. She would simply stop with introductions, but she felt squeamish about having the mindset of not needing to introduce herself when everyone already knew her.