Her smile falters a little before she smooths her expression over.

"It's...good to be back in a city," she agrees, and then lets out an oddly long breath. "Now, this bit, is the bit I hate," she adds quickly, as they walk up the stairs towards the night-time street above.

Moscow seems doubly-cold after the warmth of the underground, and she's fairly certain that no one appreciates the blast of cold air. Get resigned to it, yes, but appreciate it?

Hell no.