Elena blinks...Then in a moment she goes from weary to broken. A hand goes to her mouth and the pained wail that leaves her lips sound more animal than human. It is fortunate that Cass holds the chair for her, else wise she'd collapsed on the floor.<br/>"No no no no no! It can't be...You're joking? Please God tell me that you're joking? Is this...Is...Oh God oh God..."<br/>Her tears fall freely now, hands clenched too hard in front of her, as her language shifts from English to what they can be assume is Greek. It sounds like some type of prayer.<br/><br/>Brígh quickly notices that both the Knight and mr Andreou was regulars here, eating at the Parthenon at least two times per week. Many times at the same time. Also almost always when Elena was working.