Nope. No idea how to speak Russian other than maybe hello and a color or two. Definitely nothing to hold a conversation with. That was for sure. Though his next words she wished had been in Russian. Chryssie couldn't repress the shiver as she learned that there were worse things out there than vampires. Sliding under the covers, she brought them up over her head and turned to face him. Her face peeked out from her makeshift tent as she watched him, fright and worry in her eyes. It only grew as he continued to speak.<br/><br/>Just what kind of man was she about to spend the night with? Who knew how to freak out an assassin? How to dodge a freaking bullet? She didn't even know of anyone who could dodge a bullet. Her mind struggled for a way to cope with this. With vampires. With things that go bump in the night. With what she had seen in that alleyway. It was gonna break at some point. She knew it in the back of her mind. But she wouldn't break just yet. Didn't want to break with him here. Despite the short time she had known him, she had already guessed that if she started to cry, he would feel at fault.<br/><br/>She didn't want that. It wasn't his fault that they took that alley. Not his fault that the vampires attacked them. Not her fault that she was having trouble coming to terms with it all.<br/><br/>Laying down, she rolled over and flicked off the light by the bed. All that was left was the light near where Lazar was sitting. Its dim glow threw everything into shadows and as she turned back to face the Russian, she found that shadows suited him well.<br/><br/>"So like a big game of spot the difference?" Except with your life in the balance. Her voice was soft as she tried to keep what she was feeling out of it. She just needed to dream it all out. That was what she decided. She could dream it all out and that would make it all better. Or so she hoped.