"Red is my color," Nina said happily as she looked over at the woman. "I don't know if it's always been that way or just one that I came to embrace over time, but now it's half my wardrobe."

The other woman's accent makes her ache, because she sounded like she could be from Os Alta or Balakirev.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to stare. Your accent is so familiar, you could be from home."