Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me

Search by :  Username E-mail Region Interest AOL IM ICQ Number Yahoo! ID MSN Username Jabber

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

So perhaps Claudia did have a point. This encounter was all ready seeming like it would be more than intriguing. Not that Helena would admit such a thing to Claudia right now, but no doubt her body language would give away her intrigue with Anakin's machine. Really, it didn't look like anything she'd ever seen before, or even dreamt of creating. While she'd imagined many fanciful things, she hadn't imagined something quite like whatever it was Anakin was working on.

At the mention of Anakin having proof of things Claudia had done, Helena cast a glance over at the redhead, arching a questioning eyebrow. "Claudia, you know better than to say that to me." She smirked and looked back at Anakin. "Proof, you say? Well it seems someone has learned how to keep track of things. Though claudia is intelligent enough to try to find ways around it, I'm certain. But do tell me what she's been up to." Because of course that knowledge might prove useful down the line.

When Anakin removed his glove and shook her hand, her attention was caught by the gold and black color. Tilting her head, she held onto his hand a little longer than necessary as she looked it over in complete curiosity. Finally, she remembered her manners and let go of his hand. "Do forgive me, I just have never seen anything like your hand. I do not mean to be rude in staring." She smiled apologetically at him. "Sometimes I can be far too curious for my own good, so do not hesitate to tell me to mind my own business if I stumble upon something that is too personal."