The little nurse was walking past the elevator with her patient when Dasha stepped out of the elevator. Pulling the man aside gently, she waited for the other woman to walk by, noticing the room she had entered. It was just for curiosity she had noticed Dasha. Up until now, she was still unsure of whom she was to keep an eye on. It had been told her she was supposed to stay in that hotel with her fellow agent, and keep an eye on someone who was staying in there as well. More instruction would be provided once they were in Russian soil.<br/><br/>For now, all she had to do was rest, get her mind back in place, make a mental review of all the right codes she had to use in the letters and wait for instruction. While she finally got into a very needed shower, Emily thought back on the other woman she had seen before entering the room. Were all the Russian ladies like that? Looking at that woman had messed up her self-esteem just a little. And that stupid nurse outfit was hardly flattering.<br/><br/>As she washed the tiredness away from her body, Emily decided she could as well put on some nice clothes and go down for a drink before going to bed. Damn, it was cold, and she could really use a nightcap. With a sigh, she decided that was exactly what she would do. She could only hope someone down there could either understand English or be patient enough to follow her gesturing.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Stupid cover. Stupid country. Stupid fucking mission.</span></span><br/><br/>Pulling herself together, Emily finally stepped out of the shower. Stockings, a nice skirt, a black turtleneck and a heavy coat were carefully picked out. Checking herself in the mirror, she put on some lipstick. Great. She felt better already. Stepping out of the room, she checked on her "patient", her voice speaking only loud enough to be heard inside his room, although the rumor of a British-sounding voice could be heard from the next room. The man's voice also replied only loud enough for a rumor to reach the next room, and down she went, finding the bar and ordering vodka.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">When in Rome, act like the Romans, right?</span></span>