"Social butterfly?" Katka held back a small giggle, grinning up at Nestor. "Sorry, I've lived in England since I was small, after father died, so I consider my English to be pretty good... But sometimes the phrases English speakers use still makes me laugh."
At his last comment she raised her eyebrows and muttered "If you want a coincidence, I would point you to this whole event... A group of people, all traveling through time to meet at roughly the same place and time?" She knelt down and picked up Nestor's pen that she had dropped, holding it out accusingly "This pen shouldn't even exist for more than fifty years-"
Suddenly she stopped and grimaced. A sharp pain had jolted up her ankle at that last movement. Running a shaking hand through her hair she glanced sheepishly up at Nestor, trying not to cry in front of him again at the pain as she muttered "I think I need to sit down... Take the weight off my ankle."