"Oh..." Kizuna nods to herself, apparently quite earnestly trying to remember if she has heard it before, and finally shaking her head. "I have not. I suppose I did not think of that. Where I come from, I am used to Christmas being imported as an American novelty."

She lets her head lower a bit with a wistful smile that is almost a laugh. The man sharing this little bit of Russian culture without self-consciousness, he's like Santa Claus. "Yes, I am not always around many others at once like this, so being invited here and becoming part of the energy around me... it is pleasant."

Though she's been brutally kidnapped and senselessly knife attacked but hey. Let her relax a little.