Aleksandr turned to face Sylvia.  He squatted down in front of her, "Are you okay?" he gave her the same confused, serious face he had given her in the bookstore when she felt like she was about to vomit.  He knew his house was no commodity; and his father was a bit strange being from the old country and an Orthodox priest; and he was no better, he had his own issues to deal with.  It probably didn't help that his father and he played off of each other's weaknesses due to sheer boredom, which probably wasn't the best situation to live through.

He tried to force a small, reasurring smirk on his face. [@Arista]