Vasily had originally asked her to dinner the night before, and Elena had agreed, but found out later that she was going to be working longer on the eighth floor than originally expected. She'd felt exceedingly guilty that she'd had to cancel, but told him that she was trying to get everyone back to a semi-normal state. Volunteering for the job had made her feel needed and useful, especially if you considered the fact that she was basically a tissue paper doll living in a world of thorns. The whole affair was winning her brownie points with the administration as well. That was never a loss.
He settled a plate in front of her and Elena gave a small moment to prayer before she turned her eyes back up to her friend. He was definitely correct that they hadn't had time together. She'd been keeping to herself in her room long before her environmental controls had been installed in Limbo. It was only in the last week or two that she had begun venturing out from her room to try to interact with those she had yet to know. Charlie had made a generous exception for her as far as training, but she knew that would be ending soon.
"{I apologize again that I had to cancel dinner. I didn't realize I would be working so late, but the entire eighth floor is still such a mess.}" Elena gave a flustered sigh as she thought about the great lengths that two hydrokinetics and a team of maintenance engineers were going through just to restore the floor to its prior state. The easy part had been done in the first couple of hours when they were pushing water outside. The hard part was what they were having to do now, pulling water out of the inside of walls, floors, and other objects. Some things were salvageable, some were not. Mostly electronics.