When the blond Russian emerged in that adorable little dress Connie inwardly sighed to herself, buttoning up the garment all the while trying to ignore the urge to touch the satin smooth skin it was covering. It was a welcome distraction when the other woman thanked her for mending a fraying seem and 'Sandi' gave a shrug of her shoulders as if to dismiss it, "It was hard a minute's worth of work, but I'm glad it..." arms wrapped around her, making her breath catch, and that almost kiss further dazed her.<br/><br/>"I'm glad it made you happy." There was something just utterly endearing about that eager delight.<em>It's all an act, Russian spy, remember that.</em>yet reminding herself of that was harder than she would have liked as Veronika leaned into her, all long legs and gentle curves. The comment about being a wife almost had her snorting, though the look in the starlet's eyes revealed that there was attraction there. So she wasn't the only one feeling the pull, even if she was the only one who knew both of their true names. Retreating to safety of her purse and fussing with her own skirt as Veronika applied her lipstick she let herself laugh at the notion.<br/><br/>"I have no intention to marry, and I find I disagree far too often with most gentleman to even find flirtation appealing." She had things to do, a name to make, just like her mentor. Peggy, right, Peggy wanted a report. Which is why she had invited the Russian for milkshakes, not because she wanted to experience another hug.<br/><br/>Placing a smile firmly on her lips the redhead settled her purse on her shoulder and then left the dressing room with the blond. Being together meant none of the crew tried to approach them to flirt, like they might have a solitary woman. It was a relief to not have to deal with that today at least, though sadly it wasn't much better at her actual office than on the movie lot. Still, listening to Veronika animatedly share gossip about the actors on set did have her laughing, and in turn sharing a few stories of her own. Her mother had been a starlet, and she had been a carefully kept secret, but she had always been around movies and the stage, which meant she had plenty of stories to share.<br/><br/>Entering the diner that time of day meant it was mostly empty outside of the waitresses, and together the two women moved toward the bar to order their milkshakes, with her choosing a vanilla. "In the Midwest?" the agent politely phrased the question, wondering at how utterly convincing he was as a young, feminine starlet with big dreams. If she hadn't been told otherwise she would have believed everything about Veronika. Connie stirred her straw thoughtfully, "There are certainly advantages. Do you miss your home though? You hardly mention it."<br/>