She introduces herself because the woman interests her; there is kinship in another unplugged here, too.

"Russian?" Natasha asks, because she knew an Anya once (twice, actually; she has not forgotten the small girl who pinched her when the instructor wasn't looking and cried for her grandmother in the night, rattling the handcuffs, but she has blurred into a long list of similar girls and is not the thickset scientist that the name calls to her mind.) After a moment, she shakes her head, apparently sheepish. "Or not. I understand not everywhere even has a Soviet."