[ Vasiliy's eyes narrow with a clear look of exasperation and contempt, coming to settle on the excessively large, pragmatically worthless stone she holds up to the light. She's antagonizing him—and, well, it's working. It's incredible how quickly this total stranger has found so many specific ways to piss him off, though a lot of it is probably the fact that she embodies the sort of person he despises. She embodies American capitalism. And he's married to her!

He doesn't acknowledge the comment about whether or not the coast is clear; he can turn and shoot fast enough if someone tries to come up the stairs. He's addressing this first before he goes anywhere. ]

I knew it. You cannot resist. [ A quiet, contemptuous huff. ] It is not so bad being a M_____ bitch as long as you have your worthless shiny rock to wave in people's faces, is it?