Emily also felt bored. It was really boring being there. It was cold, it was far from home, and there was nobody she could talk to without blowing her cover. No matter how much she felt like doing exactly that, Emily controlled her impulses. She was not that dumb, after all. Even though nobody there seemed to be actively watching her, she was sure her every move was being reported to the Chief back home.<br/><br/>So, as of now, all she could do was to lament her bad fortune in silence and hope the "doctor's appointment" during which she was to have her instructions passed went well. Looking at her watch, she checked  the date and let out a sigh. Two days to go. Two days in that cold desert, with only her fellow agent - who was hardly entertaining - to talk to.<br/><br/>Taking another sip of her drink, Emily considered how many more she could have before having to stop. The warm feeling the drink brought her was enough to consider the risk of taking one or two shots too many. And she was fairly sure she would not say or do anything inappropriate, even if she did get tipsy.<br/><br/>Listening to a greeting in Russian, she managed a puzzled look to the other woman, her best "sorry, I can't understand you" look. As she gave her the look, Emily noticed it was the woman she had met earlier. Damn, she looked even greater now. With a big smile and a relief that couldn't be faked - it was great to finally be able to talk to someone -, she nodded emphatically. "Yes, I believe we are", she agreed. A soft and somewhat melodic laughter followed Dasha's question on the man being her husband.<br/><br/>"That gentleman? Oh, no, not at all. I don't have a husband, for starters." She took another sip. "He is my patient. I am traveling with him as his nurse, since his heart is not as well as it should be." She shrugged her shoulders before holding out a hand."Emily."