@william_lebeau: Anastasia nodded off-handedly while looking over the menu, waited til he'd finished to place her order, and picked a seat in a back corner which would allow her complete surveillance of every individual within.
"Well, we can head there after we're done here. I did promise Esther I'd be back for dinner. And you'll need to pack your things for when we leave. If you wanna tell your friends so they don't worry, you should be vague. Where d'you wanna stay when we leave, by the way? Somewhere east coast to be close to your papa? Overseas for the anonymity? I could put you someplace out west if you want. Really, anywhere you like. As long as it's at least a Bristol away."
"I know of Lucian but he's a bit more low-key than his papa." Nastya thought a moment. An unknown quantity, and an unexpected development. "In here," she said, pushing in the door to a small but fairly crowded cafe. More conversations, more white noise, meant their words would be more difficult to pick out.
"If Lucian's running with your papa then he can't be all that harmless, and if Charlie's looking for your ma then we should be concerned with locating her too. And keeping her away from him. Anything you have to offer would be appreciated."
"Grandfather?" She took another close look at him as though confirming his word against slight disbelief. "Huh. Very well." More threads to trace, then.
"Eeehh, más o menos. Ana, Tasia, Nastya, 'You-With-The-Broad-Shoulders,' these and more have all been used. Anastasia sounds more regal but Americans tend to find it a mouthful. I'm not that picky about my diminutives.
"But do my ears deceive me, or am I to believe you've actually met your grandfather?" She was somewhat envious, almost as much as curious. "Dígame, how'd that go? What'd he say? Anything apart from his ego that you 'could relate to?'"