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Last name? Katya stayed quiet for a moment, at a loss for what to say. Should she just be honest? Probably, she had no idea what kind of excuse to even make. Still, she was distracted by the sight of the decaying palace. For just a moment, Katya actually stopped in her tracks, eyes wide as she looked around. She was often told as a child to keep away from the place, and for good reason considering what had happened there. Seeing it from a distance and suddenly getting close struck a nerve, making her feel like she was doing something she shouldn't be. 

Realizing that Feliks was getting ahead, she shook off the thoughts as she hurried to catch up. Unfortunately her old caretaker wasn't around anymore to scold her for being near the palace, nor was she a child anymore. Besides, getting inside to avoid the damn chilly wind was her current priority, the woman wincing as another wind blew around them. God, how she hated the cold. Maybe after she found what she was looking for in Paris she could then find a home somewhere warm where she would never have to worry about winter again.

Watching Feliks open up a way inside, the blonde found it rather odd, a little amused by the makeshift entrance. Well, whatever worked out, she supposed. As she carefully climbed in, she was happy that the wind was no longer an issue, though as she saw Feliks stoop to pick up his bag, she quickly knelt down, picking it up for him.

[color=FFE4B5]"Here,"[/color] She offered the bag to him before she decided to address his previous question. [color=FFE4B5]"As for the last name...I don't know."[/color] She probably should have taken it more seriously, but she found herself more curious to the condition of the interior of the palace. [color=FFE4B5]"You can probably put anything, your guess is as good as mine."[/color] She said, more interested in looking around.