Helen has, quite honestly, been surprised that Nikola hasn't run off after a fashion. Either her Sanctuary has managed to keep his attention brilliantly, he hasn't wanted to leave her so soon after finding her again, or he really is looking forward to Vienna. Perhaps it has been a combination of all three.

He has his own room, though she often invites him for a talk in her office or her room. For now, she refrains from asking him to stay the night. That offer she has plans for and they aren't for her Sanctuary.

The day he finally turns up in her office to remind her that it's time for their trip, she has decided to forego being a complete troll. This time, she is just reading a paper they've managed to get their hands on down here, which is easily set aside when she spots him. He would be right in assuming that she hasn't had a vacation in a long time and might not remember. After all, previously she only took one for a week once every seven years. God only knows what it's like now.

She tilts her head, eyebrows arching for a few seconds before she stands. "Don't get any ideas, Nikola," she warns, her tone teasing. She knows exactly what's on his mind. "Are you ready?"

It's meant as a needling question more than anything, a slight return to her trollish nature, before they can get underway.

"I've got our IDs, passports, and everything else we'll need. Private charter to Vienna. Just the way you like it."

Just the way she likes it, too.