<div style="text-align: justify;">Mariya had also liked seeing Vitali in his new looks and demeanor. He had grown into a really nice looking man, and he also seemed more confident. It was good to see the changes and, if Mariya was to be honest with herself, it was just nice to see him again, all considered. Shaking her head mentally, the young woman decided that she couldn't let nostalgia get the best of her. She was there to get something done, not to bond and forget about the reason why she had left London.<br/><br/>When Vitali asked what was wrong about Viti, Mariya smiled and tilted her head a little. "Well... it does not sound very heroic, now does it?", she joked softly. "I can call you Viti if you like", Mariya then completed, now a little more seriously. For some reason, it just felt right, and it was probably a proof that he still trusted her. Which was, of course essential for the success of her mission. <br/><br/>Forcing her mind to focus on the present, Mariya showed a broad smile when Vitali spoke about beef strogonoff. "Is there anyone who does not like it?", the young woman replied, rolling her eyes. "English food is terrible. I have reached the conclusion that they are that cold because of that horrible thing they pass as food". The girl smiled and sighed softly. "Everything is very... correct, I guess. But the countryside is quite pleasant. I will tell you all about the things I saw there that we don't have here".<br/><br/>It was a good thing to know that Vitali wouldn't be going back to space any time soon. If she were to admit, Mariya was happy that he would be around, not only because of the plans she had, but also because there was something scary about thinking of him out there, where anything could go wrong. His question made the girl stop and look up. "I don't know, Viti. This is very... unreal to me. Not that I don't believe you, or that it... happens. It's just... for someone like me, it's very... "<br/><br/>Mariya laughed and, apparently acting out of impulse, held Vitali's hand and squeezed it softly. "... you have to tell me things about it. About what it feels like. Will you?".</div>