"Is this all?"
Olga's scowl was aimed at the mess of reclaimed belongings dumped on the table, but her eyes fixed sharply on her brother instead.
Lenko quickly pushed back his satchel, abandoning his half-check bag to look through the pile.
"Yes. Thank you, sister," he said softly, the gratitude plain in his voice. Then he glanced up at her, brows knit in curiosity. "How did you get it?"
Olga crossed her arms. "The same way I always do. By scaring the truth out of men who talk too much and dragging it out of those who don't." She huffed, but her gaze softened a fraction when she saw the awe on her brother's face.
