[center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLmZlZGFhOC5TMkYwZVdFLC4w/youth-touch-demo.regular.png[/img][/center]
Feliks wasn't turning her away, so Katya took it as a good sign. His comment was dismissive, but he wouldn't have told her to follow him if he wasn't going to help. Alright, looks like she was making some progress! The blonde visibly relaxed, nodding as he told her to follow him, though her expression fell as she watched him walk. Well, not walk; it looked like he was having some difficulty, surprising her with the speed of which he limped. It didn't look like he was injured, and she didn't notice him minding it too much. Maybe something from the past? A prick of pity hit her, though she snapped out of her thoughts as she realized she was being left behind.

Entering the shop, she followed Feliks almost dutifully, though her eyes wandered the shop briefly. It had been some time since she had shopped for--actually, she had not shopped in general in some time. Anytime she had entered a place it had usually been to either ask for work or fulfilling some errand for pay. Still, something about the place was interesting to her, sparking her curiosity until she would come to a stop behind Feliks.

His expression caught her attention as he leaned against the counter. Something about him being in pain pulled at her heartstrings, regardless of how he spoke to her. No one deserved to be in pain. As he inquired about her destination, Katya shifted her weight from one leg to another, giving him a half-hearted shrug. [color=FFE4B5]"Well, you're right. I don't [i]need[/i] to go anywhere, but if I'm being honest, I [i]want[/i] to go to Paris,"[/color] She confessed, frowning once again.

Teetering on deciding whether or not to give him the whole story, she exhaled a heavy sigh, gesturing towards outside. [color=FFE4B5]"It's as good a place to start as any, since I'm searching for someone. And as far as I'm aware, they're no longer in Russia,"[/color] Katya informed him, the certainty in her voice slowly dissipating the longer she went on. And now for the part that usually made people give her [i]that[/i] look. [color=FFE4B5]"Don't ask me how I know that, though. Because I actually have no idea who they are or if they're still waiting for me in Paris, but...I know they're not here. So that's why I need those papers."[/color] She braced herself for his reaction, watching him somewhat warily.