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

Helena knew not everyone had an interest in how things were made. Some people would just rather enjoy the finished product and not concentrate on what went into making it. However, Helena was one of the ones who enjoyed seeing the components that went into how something was made. It was more than refreshing to see the enthusiasm on Anakin's face as she knew it only reflected her own. "Then I look forward very much to learning about the various components of this hovercraft." She was also certain she'd learn new components to building it as well, and would undoubtedly incorporate such lessons into her own inventions and stories.

Upon showing that his robotic arm was one of his inventions, Helena was at first shocked, but then it made sense. Why wouldn't he be so involved in designing and building his own arm? "I must say, though I have only seen two examples of your work, you have an incredible eye for detail. I greatly admire that, not everyone has an eye for such things."

All ready Helena was liking Anakin. She always did perk up in social situations. Up until Claudia had dragged her out here, Helena had not been feeling very social. It had been a chore to leave her room. But now that she'd been thrown into this situation, she was warming up and being rather social.

"Oh yes, that does make sense. We do all need our own space for creation, do we not?" Helena had a feeling one day she'd have her own space where she built her own projects or worked on her own writing. But for now, her room would suffice for them.

When Anakin was going to show her something but told her she couldn't examine, she was going to protest. Saying such things to an inventor was like showing candy to a child and then not giving it to them. But she held her tongue, watching as he pulled something off of his belt. When the blue-white light ignited with a snap-hiss, Helena jumped slightly, not having expected that. Her eyes were fixated on the color, wondering precisely what this thing was. "A weapon? What precisely is it? It is no weapon that I have ever seen before. Though going by its shape, it would seem to be like a sword or some type of slicing weapon. But what exactly is it made of?"