Krestov perked up a little at the mention of the contact Spice had arranged a meet with, eyes narrowing a little. Russian...been some time since I heard the Mother's tongue...interesting.. He was lost in his thoughts for several moments until he felt his arm being pulled by their smallest team member. He turned to glance at her, about to ask the problem, but one look at her answered it: stress.
Nodding slowly, he wordlessly pulled her to his side, squeezing gently as he looked ahead to the front. "Plan is good. Recommend get food on way, yeah? Krestov am game for this meet if think help. If find spirit can try to protect best as possible, but hope not come to that." He gave a little smile of confidence, but that was it out of the big guy for the rest of the trip, his wordless motions taking care of his little charge.