There are not enough words in the Gaian language to fully express her powerful, deep-down disgust with the cold. And there were never enough layers to keep the bitter chill from reaching her bones. But Elena had to make do with what she had - a skill long perfected from past experiences - without looking like a five-year-old overly padded up with coats by an overly anxious mother.

She had been out on an information expedition when she came across the area where the newest set of Heroes had appeared. The group got an initial look over with the intent to continue, however a familiar blonde hairstyle and voice caused her to stop and narrow her vision to its owner.

Rufus. Yet another face she hadn't seen in years. One she still had mixed feelings about.

But there was no ignoring her duties as a Turk and she was quick to cut through the crowd towards the President.

"Rufus! Sir!" Hands go to remove her hat with one hand, letting longer blonde hair fall to her shoulders, and the other unwrapping her scarf. She she reaches him, both items are offered to him without a word. "Elena present and reporting for duty."