What the fuck is a Borzoi? She adds it to the mental list of things to look up when she has a spare moment, which she is already in the habit of keeping while bouncing around time and space. She's picturing something with a long, regal face anyway, so she'll be delighted later to see she's on target.

"Oh, good. I really wanted to check out the sauna, either way." Well, she did.

Not wanting to immediately trample Koschei's privacy was all well and good, but in this context stupid, she decides. She goes through his closets and pulls out a messenger bag to pack away the journal and Bianca's file and rummages another moment before coming up with a baton with a stun setting. Of course he'd have something stashed away to loan people less keen on lethal weapons. She wouldn't be surprised if he handed them out like to newbies like candy, offer of self defense lessons included.

That goes in her jacket pocket with the passport. She heads to the wardrobe, finds a red bathing suit that fits well enough to toss into her bag, and still turns up in what she thinks in pretty good time to let Bianca in.

"I brought your file to look over later, when we're not sitting in steam," she informs Bianca. "So I guess giving you first crack at questions would be, as my great uncle would say, the sporting thing to do."