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Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (indelibleink) wrote in makebelievelog,

Again, Helena was wondering why she was out here. Her mind was teeming with things she needed to put to paper. This was really a bit rude, but she'd decided to indulge Claudia lest the younger agent literally drag her. Or worse, tell Myka or one of the others that she wasn't coming out of her room. So to avoid any unpleasant scenes, Helena had complied. She just hoped she didn't look as hellish as she felt for her lack of sleep, but she probably did. That irked the Victorian woman who liked presenting herself well, but what could she do? She could only work with what she could.

The first thing that caught her eye was the man Claudia was calling Skywalker. Helena looked him over, then noticed what was behind him. Tilting her head she stepped closer to it, her gaze fixated on it. Though she paused, remembering her manners. She looked up at Anakin and smiled, holding her hand out in greeting.

"Hello, Anakin, it is a pleasure to meet you." And no doubt unlike everyone else from her world that Anakin had met, Helena didn't make any large fuss over him. Helena truly had no idea what Star Wars was, and therefor had no idea who Anakin Skywalker was. So to her, he was simply another man she was meeting. A man who had quite the interesting machine, which she also had no idea what it was but it intrigued her. As such, there was a glint of intrigue within her eyes as she greeted him.