Dmitry smirked when he saw her small breakfast. "I thought you would have a large breakfast with eggs, pancakes and bacon. Not such a little bowl." He had to admit to himself that the bowl of fruit was more colorful than his breakfast of earlier today.

"My flight was long, but I could sleep well." he lied. Since the changed planes (and names) so many times across Europe, he felt like he spent his whole time boarding and exiting planes. From his younger days in the Russian Army, he learned to sleep almost anywhere and to take many cat naps when he could. But still, the plane flights today were too short.

He pointed vaguely to her breakfast, "When you finish your ..er.. snack, we can go get settled. we can talk and catch up then, yes?"