Dimitri blinked, rather startled at the honest if likely rehearsed response. She slightly brushed her silky blonde hair back and shivered. "Well, to be honest, I wasn't expecting to be invited to anyone's home, but I'm glad I didn't have to spend time in the hospital. My leg feels like someone's been hitting it with a hammer all day, I've had no sleep, and I feel like school is turning into some sort of mechanized torture machine. That could just be my artsy dramatic side kicking in though." She smirked at her response, then tilted her head and laughed softly. "Are you Americans always this open? In Russia, I'd likely be considered rude at this point, though after the night I've been through...." She shook her head in slight disgust and disbelief at herself. "Well, I'm not sure I care. Though I should, at the very least, thank you for being so kind to me."