James had to admit, he was eager to see how Viktoria looked before she had been a Strigoi vampire. He wasn't bothered in the least that she had been returned to how she was suppose to be. His own struggles with staying himself were getting better, but then again, he only had subliminal messaging to contend with. Viktoria had instincts to combat.
Adjusting the thick coat, James left the place he and Steve stayed at and headed for the Inn, the rifle slung over his shoulders. It was a rather beautiful sunny day in spite of the cold and snow and it reminded him a bit of what he had seen of Russia. Even if he was American born and raised, Russia held a place in his heart.
It didn't take him long to get to the Inn and it was easy to spot the now dhampir Viktoria. He smiled a bit more when he saw her and headed over. "Viktoria," he greeted warmly once he was close enough. He noted how she now had blood in her cheeks and how much better her natural eye color suited her instead of the red of the Strigoi.