Re: Log: Nikola/Helen
His serious moments were few and far in between, and her light spirited moments were the same. She was rustier now, with much more time under her belt, time in isolation she was still trying to break out of the habit. Helen sighed and took a look at the bottle, reaching out to pick it up. After a beat, even she had to shrug. "Not bad." She'd give it that. Whatever this place was. Nikola was far more discerning about his wine than she was, strange since he was incapable of getting drunk.
"I'm dramatic? The man who makes death rays and moans about being fired in my office. Stones. Glass houses." He was a sulker, back from the old days until now. All of the Five had their own unique personalities and skills they brought to the table, and in general, they worked as an excellent team. Before John went mad, Nikola faked his death, and Nigel died for real.
Helen was getting distracted by one of the doors again, her hand running along the wood, she wondered what the markings meant."There's a version of my house still standing. It reminds me of the bug in our system we took care of, everything's there but not quite right. Didn't you go through it to get here?"