April watched in fascination as Illya loaded his tray and decided that the man was at least 90% stomach. She even moved a bit of his food onto her tray to transport it to the table and found that he, like Mark, also preferred his back to a wall.

"At the risk of offending you, might I ask permission to practice something else with you?"

Looking intrigued, Illya gave a small shrug.

"I will not know until you ask me. What is it you wish to practice?"

"Moy russkiy."

"Your accent is hard to place, but your pronunciation is excellent."