A pang of panic goes through him. And then his mouth opens before his brain can stop it. Sadly, for Ilya blurting things out is the best way to get he truth of a situation out. "Ma'am? There's a... a group that Dolemeck told me about. That meets around the same time his does, and I... I mean, I know I'm new to this century and everything but it'd just be there and back and..."

He locks up. Ilya has never requested anything of someone higher up in the food chain than himself. He ducks his head, watching her reaction closely for any hint of annoyance or displeasure. He seems stunned by his own bravery.

"...and I'd really like to go," he finishes lamely, biting his lip.