[Victor was excited at the prospect of free food, but more the idea of not having to cook it. Because of the futuristic kitchen appliances he'd managed to ruin many a meal over the past several weeks. Sacrificing the better of the food in order to make sure Chloe ate well. If he had to eat one more burned and dry piece of meat he would probably consider going vegetarian, and the man loved him some steak.
He scans the room, following the scent of meat, glancing over all the new arrivals. The elves, the tattooed chicks, the petite and unassuming blonde, the guy with th-wait... what? His eyes dart back to the blonde, her back now turned to him, it can't ... really be? He hurries across the room frantically, making his way to her before tentatively tapping her on the shoulder.]
Elena?... Elena Fisher?
[He almost hopes he's wrong... he want to believe she's still safe... or relatively safe in their own world, their own time... But at the same time, what he wouldn't give to have the little ball of fire back with the team...]
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He scans the room, following the scent of meat, glancing over all the new arrivals. The elves, the tattooed chicks, the petite and unassuming blonde, the guy with th-wait... what? His eyes dart back to the blonde, her back now turned to him, it can't ... really be? He hurries across the room frantically, making his way to her before tentatively tapping her on the shoulder.]
Elena?... Elena Fisher?
[He almost hopes he's wrong... he want to believe she's still safe... or relatively safe in their own world, their own time... But at the same time, what he wouldn't give to have the little ball of fire back with the team...]