The Russian seemed to falter at the question, though easily resumed his earlier pace. He had been too caught up in his thoughts for the silence.<br/><br/>"V'll, 's k'nda a l'ng st'ry," he sighed; "An' 'vve n't'ced ye' d'n't s'm 'nt'r'st'd 'n vvi'l'nce." His v's rolled off his pierced tongue in a somewhat-stuttering manner, as had always been his habit. Casting a blue-eyed glance at her, a worried look contorted his physique.