"You have strange taste in company..." Kostya observes, the moroseness not totally drained from his tone - "... for you to know Dr. Tenenbaum."

He rubs his chin as he searches in his pocket. "Then again... if you want to know a city..."

The thought trails off as he pulls out a wallet and produces a slip of paper.

"Here." He comes back around and holds it out to Jack. "In case you find her and I'm not with you." What a surprise - a photo of a little girl. "Though you should know I can help you, in ways..." a pause for thought - "... Atlas cannot."

That may have been a bad decision. Oh well. At least he didn't say anything incriminating.