Delilah's eyes became large as her smile widened at the mention of his nationality.<br/><br/>"Russia? My mother's been there once. She says it's beautiful... It was winter, apparently and there was snow everywhere," the girl commented, inching a bit closer to the table, as if she was a child listening to a bed-time story; or telling one, in this case. "So you work from home? What do you do, if you don't mind me asking..?"<br/><br/>He looked at the muffin, appearing concerned for a moment and mumbling something under his breath, which Delilah did not quite catch. She opened her mouth to ask, but he continued to speak.<br/><br/>"I see," he sighed. "My v'rk 's all 'vv'r." He seemed a bit frustrated as he said this, his jaw tensing as if he was clenching his teeth. This was confirmed when he lightly slammed the porcelain cup on the table, enough to make noise, but not enough to break it. Delilah flinched slightly, jumping a bit in her seat, as the cup made contact with the table. Something in her stirred and she tried not to frown... She hated seeing people upset, and she was half-wondering if it was something she said. That half thought unsettled her even more.<br/><br/>"A-Are.. Are you okay..?" she asked quietly.