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His less than subtle once over immediately rubbed Katya the wrong way, the young woman's face momentarily contorting into a less-than-threatening scowl as she placed her hands on her hips. Granted, it wasn't the first, nor would it be the last, time that people looked at her like [I]that[/I]. But what did they expect around here, nearly everyone was as tattered as she was! Except Mr. Fancy Coat. She supposed he did have some justification, but still, he could at least try to be more tact about it.

Of course, the man was full of surprises, his expression turning into one of shock. Her hands flew to her face immediately, assuming she had something on it to cause such a reaction, but he looked like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. She could see his gray eyes going over nearly every aspect of her face, and it hit her that maybe he recognized her! Her heart jumped up to her throat for a moment, staying quiet as an odd hope clung to her. She had to admit that his own face did bring this odd nostalgia, even if she couldn't quite pinpoint it. Actually, no, he reminded her a lot of a childhood friend from the orphanage.

But apparently, she was misguided in that hope; the contempt certainly matched his initial reaction to her, and she felt herself deflate slightly as he spoke again. Wait, maybe she was the one in the wrong, was it Shvet or Shvets? Hesitating for a few seconds, Katya furrowed her brow as she tried to remember what the woman said. Her memory wasn't exactly the best, causing her to doubt herself for just a moment. No, it was Shvets, she had been mistaken. But he didn't have to be so rude about it!

Still, she wasn't going to back away from her dreams just because of one jerk. [color=FFE4B5]"I was told Mr. Shvet[I]s[/I]--"[/color] She mimicked him and emphasized the 's' just as sharply as he did, though it was nowhere near as rude, coming off more for clarity purposes than anything. [color=FFE4B5]"--can help me out with a minor traveling issue I'm having."[/color] She dropped her hands from her hips, raising her left hand to push her hair off her shoulder as she watched him carefully. Maybe her initial assumption had been wrong, this guy didn't look helpful at all. [color=FFE4B5]"If you could just point me in the right direction, that would be fantastic."[/color]