A walk in the park, boring. Dinner and a movie, just a means to an end. And the end better be worth the idle, boring chit-chat and silly make-believe. The Admiral was fun, for awhile. But examining weaponry, especially tanks ... now that is enough to make her practically giddy.

She allows Alec to lead her through a door she hadn't noticed before and if she wasn't already thrilled by the mere thought of getting to play with heavy weaponry without the ever annoying, weak, and practically useless (in her opinion) General hovering over her shoulder, the sight of the Soviet-era tanks lined up in front of them would do it. Only thing that could make it even better would be killing Bond, again and again and again. Perhaps with a tank.

She tightens her grip on his arm and almost, but not quite squeals with happiness. She looks over at him and gives him her most charming smile.

"They are... absolutely beautiful."

((006_beforebond -mun, if you don't like this, let me know and I'll figure out something else. :D))

Xenia’s pleased as she looks around the hotel room. Apparently whoever brought her to this place had also given her a room. She had found the key to it earlier in her pockets along with her cigars. She supposes that she should feel gratitude to the unknown person but why? She did not ask for any of this as nice as it is.

Thankfully as she looks around and explores she doesn’t find a list of morals posted anywhere. She’s had quite enough of being lectured about morals today. She strips off her clothes and pads nude to the bathroom wondering briefly why the people insist on lecturing her. She knows morals, on both sides. After all she was a pilot fighting for the side of good and right in Mother Russia’s air force before Alec convinced her to join Janus. They all failed to see that just because she doesn’t agree with them, does not mean that she doesn’t know what they are. Same with limits, she knows what they are but that does not mean she sees the value in them. After all, isn’t the purpose of life to see how far a person can go before crashing and burning?

She pushes those thoughts aside as she steps into the bathroom. Her brow arches when she notices that a bath has already been drawn and there’s a robe hanging from a hook on the wall across from the tub. She glances around before stepping into the water and groaning. As she sits down, lays back and rests her head on the back she chuckles. Now this is pleasure and no doubt that somebody in that strange place would try arguing about it.