It's the kind of dinner conversation she hasn't had since she left Moscow's university set, and she's missed it.

(She also drinks a bit too much, but in the manner of someone who wishes it'd do anything rather than actually ending up tipsy)

Outside, the rain has settled in, but aside from a muttered curse, she ignores it. Outside, she can breathe easier, and no one is watching them.

"I'll have to go back to Moscow now," she says, lightly, as they set off back to her apartment. "They'll all assume we're having a raging affair, and the gossip might actually drive me to drastic measures."