Although she had felt a little out of place when she had first come into the restaurant, Helga soon settled in. A kitchen was a kitchen, after all, and a kitchen was one of the places where she felt most at home. There were a lot of ingredients she was unfamiliar with, but she had recognised enough of them to busy herself making a few simple dishes for people to taste and pass their verdict on. When Kensi entered the room, Helga was carefully examining a label on a spice she didn't recognise. Paprika. It was certainly a spice, but was it the sort of spice that went better in savoury or in sweet food?
She was rather taken aback by the voice, not because she was not expecting people to enter, but because she was not expecting them to speak in a dialect she recognised. Helga turned around, startled, and wondered to herself if this was another person from her future.
"Hello," she answered, with a smile. "I am very well, thank you. My name is Helga. I am to be one of the chefs here, according to the gentleman who met me when I arrived."