[center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLmZlZGFhOC5TMkYwZVdFLC4w/youth-touch-demo.regular.png[/img][/center] God forbid she give the man a hand, did he really have to glare at her like that? Once Feliks' back was turned she threw her own scowl at him, turning her attention back to the palace, or at least what remained of it. It was so bizarre to see the place in such shambles, shattering the expectations she had of it. Maybe she had set her expectations too high, letting the rumors and her imagination run away with the images she had in her head. The clash between her idea and reality was jarring as she looked around, often having to remind herself that it had been years since the siege, that she shouldn't have been surprised to see the place in such disarray. That didn't make it any less sad, though. Trailing behind the man, Katya let her curiosity wander until she could feel the difference in temperature; it was subtle at first, but even the slightest bit of warmth was such a massive relief compared to the bitter cold. The room was curious, a little more organized than she had anticipated, her eyes lingering on the documents for a moment before realizing that Feliks was speaking to her. Frowning slightly, she decided to shelf her curiosity in favor of warming herself a bit, approaching somewhat cautiously until she sat down on the floor, rubbing her hands together. She didn't respond right away to his questions, huddling close to the warmth before letting out a sigh. [color=FFE4B5]"A false name is fine with me. In all fairness, it's not like I know my first name, either. For all I know I could be Tania or Maria..."[/color] Katya shrugged, happy to have the feeling back in her fingertips again as she rubbed her cold cheeks. [color=FFE4B5]"Everyone just called me 'Katya' and I didn't exactly know who I was, so I just went with it."[/color] After feeling the color in her face returning, she realized that she hadn't explained herself too well. Looking at Feliks as she rubbed her knees, she gave him a shrug. [color=FFE4B5]"I don't actually know my name or where I come from. My Nana told me that one of the nurses found me in an alley nearly frozen to death after the siege. She brought me back and they managed to save me...or that's what I was told, I wouldn't be able to really tell you anything more than that. It's all pretty fuzzy, I really only remember the things after that: being raised by Nana Natasha, getting scolded by Yelena, playing with Grisha and the boys..."[/color] She trailed off for a moment, a somewhat wistful smile on her face. After a few seconds Katya brought her knees up to her chest, rubbing her legs as she finished her story. [color=FFE4B5]"So...yeah. Amnesiac and without a clue about my past or my family,"[/color] She concluded rather cheerfully all things considered. [color=FFE4B5]"I'm hoping that Paris has a hint or something; I'll find my mystery person, I'll find my family, I'll find who I am, and everything will be alright. It's my master plan!"[/color]