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Mila was surprised Mr Makarov recognized her. As far as she could remember they hadn't met before. The Rusalka had been so absorbed in her research the past month, it didn't leave much room for socializing. Bain & Hoyle did have some interesting faces around, ones worth meeting. Her research had just been more important. Seymor Makarov was a an undead as far as she could tell. She didn't know what kind, if his name was any indication he could be of Russian origin. Russia was a good distance from Bulgaria but still part of Eastern Europe. For some reason the fact he was from Eastern Europe made her feel like she could trust him more easily. 

"I'm convinced you won't disappoint" She said with a slight bow, which made her hair fall over her shoulders in waves of red copper. Whoever invented that brush shaped hair dryer was a genius. With a final polite smile to Mr Makarov the Rusalka made her way to the others gathering underneath the wings of Isis. Her wings were magnificent and strikingly beautiful as was the rest of the Goddess. Mila almost caught a sense of envy only to realize comparing herself to a Goddess was ridiculous. 

It had seemed inevitable for the group to spilt up after Atticus made his proposal. For some the decision had been easier than others. The way they split was quite the spectacle. A rush of green fire spread across the lines appearing on the ground after Atticus had inserted the mysterious artifact into one of the stones. Mila quickly followed Mr Makarov to the Egyptian Goddess, wings outstretched ready to whisk them away to the lands of the deserts. Butterflies were fluttering wildly in her stomach, not so much at the prospect of flying but more so at the scorching desert sun. It had been a long time since she'd traveled to a land such as Egypt. Her memories about her previous "vacation" weren't all that pleasant. 

"I much prefer the depths of European lakes, I tend to get a sun burn quickly" She joked. While that was largely true, Mila had spent most of the last century at her lake in Bulgaria. A change of scenery and company would be good. It filled her with a sense of reality and purpose, instead of the dream like existence she sometimes slipped into. Bathing, combing her hair and dancing with strikingly handsome young men was incredibly fun but not enough to satisfy her, not anymore. 

Her green-blue eyes passed all of the employees in team Ankh as she dubbed it. She realized with a hint of panic, Henry wasn't there and she couldn't remember him stating he would join them either. She had expected he would. The desert probably wasn't his favorite place either but he was part of the team who knew Max right? A troubled look played across her features and she crossed her arms in front of her chest. She wanted Henry to go too. Who else was she supposed to joke around with? She wanted to make a bet to see who would dry out first. Henry probably, since she had her comb with her and could summon water anytime she needed to. Hopefully he didn't know that, besides it wouldn't be cheating. She called it making use of your resources. 

Her frown quickly turned into a hearty smile at the sight of the tall stone man. She'd glanced at him during the meeting now and again. She had thought him to be all dark and mysterious which made his gesture all the more endearing. He was covering his eyes with a large polished hand. The Rusalka walked over to him stifling a giggle, a playful gleam in her eyes. The top of her head didn't even get to his chest so she couldn't reach the hand covering his eyes. Instead she took hold of his other hand, tugging gently at his arm. If he was truly a stone man, he must have had a beating heart somewhere since his "skin" wasn't cold like real stone, not as cold as hers. Her skin never regained the warmth it had when she was alive. 

"She's not as scary as she looks" She said with a amused giggle. Mina couldn't quite tell why he was covering his eyes, but people tended to do that when they were scared and e seemed to be quite human. She couldn't say the same for the rest of her team. Veti had transformed into a magnificent red wolf and a dryad was towering over them a little ways away. It was awesome, she had never seen so many supernatural beings free of their humane disguise. Even she housed a somewhat monstrous transformation.