She knew it wasn't a platitude, after all, that three months might have been six, or a year, or never if Rhodey hadn't kept looking. Neither of them had it in them to just give up on Tony, especially when he might be in trouble.

By the time he arrived she'd already arranged plane tickets -since they couldn't really take the jet- and was in the middle of working on room and board. Her German wasn't as good as her French, but she seemed to be holding her own if nothing else, and only had to ask things to be repeated due to a bad connection as opposed to not understanding. She turned a relieved smile on him as she finished up the call with a cheerful-enough: "Danke, thank you, very much."

She turned the gratitude on him then, somewhat more reserved than she'd been on the phone, looking just a little tired, "Thank you for this, really."