Nikolai knows that voice. He's heard it before in another place, in another time. And he hadn't known that she'd, somehow, arrived here. Which was ridiculous because Zoya tends to make herself very known.

He's standing a few feet away, blinking at her before he decides to go over.

"We've been having some bad weather lately," he says as he approaches, wondering if she'd recognize him. He's learned that people come from different times and maybe she was a time before him.

Wouldn't that be a travesty, though?