Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} indelibleink) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} makebelievelog, |
The way Claudia admitted she was glad to see her caught the Victorian woman a bit off-guard. It was still an odd sentiment to hear given she was more used to the Warehouse people not liking her or being angry with her. Well ever since the Janus Coin had become an issue, Pete hadn't been nearly as confrontational as he had been in the past, but Helena still wasn't really thinking she was in anyone's good graces. She didn't even think she was in Myka's good graces, but that was probably more of Helena's guilt and regret speaking than anything else. After all, she'd died for Myka, and in those last moments, the look in Myka's eyes had carried anything but contempt or resentment towards her.
"I am more than glad to see you as well, Claudia." This time, a little gleam passed through her eyes, though it quickly disappeared again. Helena had an inkling to hug Claudia, but she restrained herself. Partially because hugging wasn't exactly her automatic reaction, and partially because she was still trying to convince herself she wasn't a hologram and this wasn't a hallucination.
Letting Claudia lead the way, Helena followed along with her. "I can start with questions, then when I run out, you can fill in anything that wasn't covered that you think is relevant." Flipping some hair from her shoulder, Helena glanced at Claudia. "So we are actually in a completely different dimension from the one we are from? Not just a different planet in a different part of the same universe?" So now her scientific mind was taking over and trying to make sense out of this. There was, however, a question that was more pressing on her mind, but she would wait to ask it. Helena was fairly certain when she learned of how Claudia and Pete knew what happened after the Warehouse was destroyed that she'd need tea immediately.