The young woman giggled at the adorable gesture of kissing her hand. Her mother had attempted to raise her with manners, something her brother still tried to maintain every now and then. Not everything had been able to stick around in the blonde Russian's head, but some things she wouldn't forget. Like properly introducing herself and her companions, as a respectable lady should.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30059">"Name iz Victoriya! Vicky Tolmachevy. Pleazure to meet zyou! Zat iz my vrother, Vitaly. And thiz is friend, hiz name iz Errg. I know, I know, very funny name, but he iz ztrong and helpful and knowz very good lifting things. And uhm..."</span><br/><br/>Victoriya looked around and pointed at her brother again as she continued her -very- extensive introduction, completely oblivious to the near-nervous breakdown of Cidney.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30059">"My vrother is very smart. He re-memvers everything! He can play ze piano betzer than mozart. Ahuh, he does! I liftz him vhen he does. Zo, vhat iz a May-ka-niek? Vhat do you do?"</span><br/><br/>She had listened in on the conversation between the newcomer and Izzy, and could not help herself but be curious about what a mechanic was and would do around a cirque. So, after explaining who she, and the men she brought with her were, and what they did, she waited patiently for an answer from Cidney. With a bright smile she looked from the nervous man to Izzy and Enzo, hoping they wouldn't mind her interrupting, back to Cidney again.<br/><br/>All the while her brother was massaging the bridge of his nose, already feeling a massive headache coming up. And here he thought today was going to be a migraine-free day. He should've known his sister would be able to embarrass and harass at least 5 people before noon.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>