Dimitri might have known this woman from before, he still had his doubts, although he shouldn’t have, since he had an eidetic memory, and once she grabbed the barrel of the gun in a swift move, as if she had been born knowing how to do that, he knew she had received the same training as he had. Yes… now that she had looked at him, he recognized the face. The training center, the one who had always done better than most, and put most boys to shame. Carmen… Carmen Averin.
"Not at all." He said, both hands in his pockets, before he pulled one out and waved towards the guns. "Shopping, mostly. Здравствуйте, Carmen.”
Though she didn't recognize the man instantly, the fact he knew her last name -- her real one that was -- she knew he had to have been someone from The Center. "Ashe." She corrected him, her lips twitching into a faint smile as she finally thought of the name to put to the face before her. "Carmen Ashe." It wasn't that much different from the surname she had at birth, same first letter, but less foreign sounding not that hers had really stood out all that much anyway. Nothing that made it obvious she wasn't from around the current area, but she still had decided to change it all the same.
"И вам того же, Dimitri."












