A hum of agreement left her then. Tesla always had a way with words. She wouldn't call it poetry by any means, but, there was certainly a way about them. Then, in true Nikola fashion, he had to go about with his opinion on the wine. Helen couldn't help the small smile and shake of her head.

"A brief window of opportunity." She said simply, as if it would explain everything at all. "Maybe the season struck the right mood."