She won't pretend she recognizes the name but if she told her grandmother she ran into Kurykain's son she'd get a reaction out of her. Too bad the old bat was dead.

"Well the evening's still young. I don't think we'll run out of coincidences yet."

Kenzi can spot the tea house down the block by it's bright red awnings and smiles up, and up at Illya.

"Hope you want something familiar."

It doesn't occur to her that she has yet to introduce herself.