[The lack of interest manages to get her to relax if anything. There's a softening of her expression, the lack of wariness, and she smiles a little self-consciously.]

Ah... портрет? [She offers a translation shortly after:] There is a painting in the window...

Of the night sky? Do you know which one I mean? Звезды! With the stars...! [And her excitement leaks through - though a moment later, a little sheepishly, she reaches up to play with her hair.] Is that the right way to ask?

[Her accent is distinctly Russian and that's the source of her uncertainty more than anything else... ah, talking with strangers can be a little difficult.]