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Wow, what a tame response.

Well, it was better than the alternative, either outright disbelief or mocking her naivete. For the moment she was just glad she wouldn't have to hear about her impossible task, already knowing she had her work cut out for her. The sooner she got started, the better; the details could always be sorted out later on. Katya watched Feliks nervously as he paid, the seconds between that and him speaking once again stretching out for much longer than they probably were, but she could have cried in happiness as he mentioned he could help her. 

Unable to contain her grin, the blonde bounced in place before setting off, following Feliks as he led the way. Just the thought of getting to Paris sooner than later was enough to invigorate her, albeit the cold wind threatened to ground her back into reality as it bit at her face. Muttering a comment about the bitter cold, she was surprised at how fast he was moving, but she guessed he wanted to get out of the cold just as much as she did. 

Glad his questions would distract her from the weather, Katya paused for a moment. [color=FFE4B5]"My name? Oh, right, yeah. I'm Katya,"[/color] She pulled her collar a little higher around her neck as a wind slapped her face, huffing out a breath of irritation. [color=FFE4B5]"You're taking me somewhere warm, right? I can't stand the cold."[/color] She couldn't help but whine, already wishing she could have nabbed another scarf for warmth.