Ankyra Sound he's no charmer

His speech was a wonder, and it was easy to lose the meaning behind the words to sheer enjoyment listening to the odd sounds that he uttered when speaking perfectly normal words.  She got the gist, however.. spies.  Rosalyn had never met one, nor did she in her uncomplicated nature understand the point behind a spy.  Nor behind keeping information away from them.  So what if they knew how many members were here?

But she sensed this was a topic Vlad was enthusiastic about by his manner (honestly, though, what was this guy not enthusiastic about?)  and therefore wisely kept her doubts to herself.  "No answers.  Gotcha.  Cept that last one."  She grinned wickedly.  "I like that last one."  If she'd heard correctly, that is.  And if not, what she gleaned was hilarious enough to serve well as a substitute. 

"So these sneaks... you've met many?"  Was it a Russian thing, perhaps, sneaking pointlessly into another's pack just for shits and giggles?  Yeah, that maybe made sense.  How the hell would she know?  She'd obviously never been, but judging from those she had met, it wouldn't surprise her in the least to find out that was the case.  They were a crazy lot, present company not exactly excluded.