<div style="text-align: justify;">Mariya, of course, couldn't really know everything that had changed in her old friend. She hadn't been keeping in touch with him, after all. In hindsight, the young woman considered that she should have. Of course, she would never have imagined that, one day, she would be asked to go back to the Soviet Union and spy on him. And he didn't seem suspicious of her, so maybe that wouldn't be a problem. It would still have been better had she kept in touch, Mariya thought to herself.<br/><br/>Shaking these thoughts away, she decided that she would just enjoy the moment for a while. It wouldn't do to ask too many questions or to seem more interested in Vitali's stories than any other person would be. On the other hand, she could get away with wanting to know a little more, as she was, after all, an old friend. And, mission aside, Mariya was really curious about the more "every day" aspects of space travel.<br/><br/>When Vitali mentioned about how the American spacecrafts returned to land, she made a funny face. "Yeah, this whole space travel thing is not for me. I like having my two feet on land, thank you very much". Of course, she had been following whatever was public knowledge about the space program. But she hoped that, in time, she would have more and better data on it. Either through subtly making Vitali talk or through other means, she would get information.<br/><br/>Focusing again on the moment, she nodded enthusiastically to the question about paying a visit to the place. She was really hungry, and a meal was a good moment for a conversation.<br/><br/>"Oh, yes. It can't make you sick, can it?". This time the concern was real. She wouldn't want him to get sick or hurt with all that space travel apparatus. Even if she wanted to use him as means to an end, the old friend angle was still there, and that wouldn't just go away. "I would hate to see you hurt. Really", she completed, being completely honest.</div>