"I am always struck by how sad she seems," Illya commented, as he and Napoleon looked across to the sculpture of the Little Mermaid.

The agents had finished up their assignment in Copenhagen, Denmark, earlier than anticipated, and were killing time before their flight home by sightseeing. Although he'd seen the sculpture on before, Illya always felt a sense of sorrow coming from the bronze woman.

"Well wouldn't you be?" Solo asked.

"What do you mean?" Kuryakin replied

"The poor girl is sitting, stark naked, on a cold rock in Scandinavia."

Illya said nothing, opting instead to roll his eyes.