Helen prefers Gods to mortals, always has really (she will conveniently forget the whole thing with Aphrodite, since in the end... she came out on top) and being the daughter of Zeus was more than just a perk- there was pride there. (Again, Helen will just sweep under the rug the defects of his father in favor of what is convenient.)
The star of the event is standing by a painting, Helen smiles and she heads over to Triteria. Treading lightly, a hand descends on the nymph's elbow- it is a friendly touch, calling for her attention.
"This is lovely." Whether she meant the painting or the event (or both), the once-queen of Sparta did not specify. All Helen knew was that she was in Hawaii, among mostly Greeks and there was a comforting familiarity in that. The touch of Khaos sways her, back and forth and while coming together, Helen touches what was once familiar- realizing that it is not a perfect fit anymore.