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Momentarily confused by his assumption assumption, Katya hesitated for a moment. Moscow? Ailing mother? She supposed it shouldn't be surprising that people would just assume the worst, but it was the disdain he had as he spoke that irked her slightly. They were complete strangers, there was no need to jump to any conclusions just yet. Though she supposed it was a bit hypocritical, as she already assumed he was a huge jerk and wasn't going to be letting up anytime soon.

[color=FFE4B5]"I...don't really know if I even have a mother,"[/color] Katya admitted slowly, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. [color=FFE4B5]"So if she's ailing I wouldn't know too much about that. Maybe she's alive, maybe she's dead...Who knows, I don't know much about my family so your guess is as good as mine."[/color]

Realizing she was getting off topic, Katya caught herself as she tried to rerail the conversation, clearing her throat. [color=FFE4B5]"Anyway, there was no story or anything, I have the money and just want to leave Russia. This is going to sound crazy, but I actually don't really know where I [i]need[/i] to go. Anywhere is fine,"[/color] Vague, perhaps, but she was driven enough to know that all this guy wanted was money. And as long as he didn't ask for anything insane, she could afford anything he asked.