Helen has had enough of the emotional turmoil herself. Even before she had dug herself out of the rubble and gone into hiding, she had known that things would be different between them. Kissing him in the main lab had sealed it, even before she had faked her own death. A part of her had hoped that the change would lead to another connection between them, another kiss perhaps, while the majority of her would have been happy with nothing more than a rekindling of their friendship, the working relationship they always had.

Something certainly feels different, a shift in the mood or how they are reacting to each other, even though nothing has has changed at all. Nothing outwardly, anyway.

"Indeed," she agrees gently, the amusement still clear on her face. "Then, perhaps in a week or two, I'll see you in Vienna."

As though she won't be the one taking him, as though they won't travel together. Honestly.

At any rate, she leans back over towards the table, picking up both of their glasses and handing his over again. Lifting hers slightly, she watches him carefully, obviously still trying to figure out how he's going to take whatever next steps they have to go on.

"To new beginnings?" she suggests first. "Or is that perhaps too cliche? To old maps? Or perhaps to Vienna?"

All of the suggestions are, of course, symbolic in some fashion. New beginnings between the two of them or just for the Sanctuary and Helen herself. To old maps, old friendships, the old device and the city floating around them. Or to Vienna in springtime, a new beginning all its own. A combination of old and new, just as Helen and Nikola have always been.