[i]Ah, there is my American Princess[/i] thought Dmitry. He could always spot the Americans in a crowd. He wasn't too proud, most Europeans could do it. However, Kensington blended in better than most Americans. 

He stood up and smiled. He shook her hand and kissed her cheek. It was agreed that they would play as friends for their cover. Perhaps the American supervisors hoped if they pretended to be friends, they would feel like friends. Using an English accent, Dmitry said, "Sophia! It's so good to see you. Yes, I had a relaxing flight. Please have a seat. You must be hungry." He could fake an English accent fairly easily. However, he still has a lousy American accent. 

After he sat back down, he spoke with a smile, "We have so much to talk about and catch up on. I'm sure we can find your [i]uncle[/i] soon. But let's eat, and get settled before we start caching up." It was Dmitry's job to locate Weissmann. He didn't think it would take too long.