She pauses, and makes a resigned gesture. There's really no helping it - she isn't Olga. Two steps take her back into the dark shadow cast by an overlarge patron, and then there's soft footsteps echoing along the wood of the rafters.

"Da, but not one you are going to pick up. The best would be to catch them and let me deal with it. As for them being my problem..." The light below casts odd shadows across her face as she moves to sit near him, her legs dangling over open space. "Say more the problem of a friend, that has grown beyond his capabilities."