Xaviers!

Tereza looks around, "We need to get her out of here before the real Russians show up. You have a place we can hide?" She looks at Natalya.

The woman seems as if she's about to say something, but thinks better of it.

"...I'm no one you need to know."

She then starts after the man she just tripped when Tereza speaks again. Then she stops and sighs.

"Come with me. Quickly."

Tereza releases Sam, moving to scoop up Weikun. Ice forms around Weikun's stomach, applying pressure to the wounds. "Chase, watch out for Sam for me," she says as she follows after Natalya with Weikun, struggling a little, but not as much as she probably should under the weight.

Chase nodded and fell back to join Sam. "You gonna be okay?"

"Been better, but I'm going to live," she says, hurrying to keep up.

Even dragging along an injured Weikun they manage to get out of dodge before the Russians descend on the commotion.

The woman leads them a circuitous route of alleyways and back streets until she's reasonably certain they're not tailed. Reaching a door, she stands in front of it for a few moments before a click is heard and she opens it. There's not much indication as to why, but Tereza can feel a few temperature fluctuations that happened while the woman stood there.

"In, now."

Inside is certainly nothing fancy. Sevastopol isn't all that wealthy to begin with, and the safehouse only has a mattress and a few other sparse comforts, as well as a locked chest.

Tereza scoots in, setting Weikun down on the mattress before she stumbles slightly herself. She flinches, scrunching up her face and tries to cover up the momentary weakness.

After spending a moment to take in their surroundings, Chase said, "Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but I still don't understand why you're helping us instead of finishing her off."

"Maybe... not the best time to bring that up," Sam says, hurrying in.

"Lotus conditioning is pretty serious," she says, not turning around as she closes the door and secures it again.

"Best chance of beating it is when they're younger."

"Help the injured first. Talk conditioning later," Tereza agrees, backing into the corner furthest away from Weikun.

"Asking a lot here," she says, walking to the chest and unlocking it.

"Those weren't lollipops she was concealing," she comments as she starts to pull out medical supplies.

"I'm afraid I don't follow," he said, having been too occupied not hitting Walter to observe Weikun's fight.

Tereza eyes Natalya, still not 100% convinced she's not a threat in some capacity. Her instincts are running a bit haywire at the moment and Sam can probably sense the tension.

At Natalya trying to claim the moral highground Weikun coughs out a laugh that she immediately regrets.

"We can't all be born with our weapons..."

"All I'm saying is I don't want any surprises." She says as she approaches Weikun with the supplies.

"She's trying to pay attention to anyone but you. Even with her training, I can tell that. I don't know why, though." She sends to Tereza.

For some reason, the smell of blood or rather the mental impression of it hits Sam in response followed by "You were hurt."

Weikun, not being completely stupid, does not try anything stupid while Natalya tries to keep from dieing. Not that she looks like she could sit up under her own power, much less put up a fight.

"If she is a threat, I'll take care of her. Subject closed." This is accompanied by a mental growl.

The woman sets in to working on Weikun's wounds, not needing Tereza's help to remove the ice. She has practiced hands at this, and looks like she's patched up battle wounds before.

Sam is watching the woman with a calculating eye, studying her features as she works.

"You're going to think I'm crazy but... she looks a lot like you."

"That's certainly crazy. She's not my sister and no one but my sister looks like me." Of course, Tereza wasn't really looking at Natalya either.

Chase watched the Russian woman work with curiosity and concern. "Will she be okay?" he asked, feeling that it could just as easily have been him in Weikun's place.

"Really depends on if she's going back to the Lotus..." She says as she works.

"You've dealt with them a lot?"

"Enough that I didn't want them in my backyard."

"They work for hire though, right? So who were the guys in the square? Competitors or disgruntled clients?"

"Russians. I heard what you said, but his Russian was as perfect as his English when he hired me..." Weikun produces between cough. Whatever honor code she's operating under apparently does not extend to the people who hired her. At least not after they tried to kill her.

"Were these the same clients who hired you to go after Oswald?"

"What do you think? Obviously they weren't too happy with how that went..."

"So you say they're Russians. Do you know which part of the government they work with?"

"He said military, showed up in a navy uniform, which was unexpected, but I guess that's technically military... Don't get why he came to this meeting in the middle of the day in a public place though. Wearing full uniform even... Maybe he's not even Russian. If he'd wanted me gone he coulda just gotten the military to take me into custody and make me disappear. This makes no fucking sense..."

"All you need to get a Russian military uniform is a good tailor or some quartermaster looking to make a quick score, neither of which is particularly hard to find."