Vivian puzzled at Tim, wondering what he meant until Ilya clarified it for them both. That made her laugh, it was a deep throaty sort of sound more suited to a certain Disney siren that favored rabbits then a modern teen. Everything about her tended to reflect a bygone era, but that had been an incident of design, oddity of travel and time and the most comical definition of mixed signals.

She perched herself on the counter with a quick hop, one leg cross over the other and fingers entwined over her knee. She smiled and batted dark lashes fetchingly at her aquatic friend. "I'm having a swell so morning so far, a gal can't complain about the scenery."