If the Ukrainian man was impressed by the old crone, it does not show overly much. However, he does seem to settle down, right quick, when she showed up. Call it a hunch, or intuition, but he had the feeling that the old woman was not one to be trifled with.<br/><br/>"I'm seconding what Mi said. Thus far,<em>belonging </em>to this so-called agency has done nothing but cost me time and money. " He took out his canteen again, and had a good, long pull from it. "Neither of which I have an excess of." He adds, as an afterthought.<br/><br/>His attention focuses in on Margery. "I take it you're the one running this shindig? So, when do we get some info?" He had noticed the new arrivals, but honestly, they didn't really concern him right now.<br/><br/>If this nonsense didn't start making sense, and soon, Ivan found himself figuring that it wouldn't be that hard to catch another flight, and get back to his beloved homeland before too many people had the opportunity to ask themselves 'Hey, where did Ivan go?'<br/><br/>If Mi decided to read him, she might pick up on some anxiety; a small portion of it. But, his exterior has remained one of mostly-calmness. He does speak with a sort of enthusiasm, but, it could not rightfully be called hostility. Perhaps impatience.