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Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (

Glancing to Claudia, she just chuckled and shrugged a shoulder. "You never know. Stranger things have happened, darling." Which was the truth. They were used to strange happening. Hell, Helena even being there in the flesh right now was strange. She was Victorian, and by all rights should have died long before she ever would have met any of the Warehouse 13 agents.

When Claudia slid into mentioning various men, Helena was at first a bit confused, but just let her go along. It was fairly easy to pick up the threads as Claudia explained everyone. Well, everyone except Dwayne. "So if Todd was the love interest, Fargo being the other man, and Johnny Depp is a hot actor, who is Dwayne?" She arched an eyebrow in curiosity at Claudia, a bit of a playful curve to her lips. She was rather in need of this experience. It helped to distract her from fixating on her memories of Christina, which hadn't been as bad since Myka had come back the day before. But even then, Helena was still trying to center herself.

"You mean to tell me that my day-to-day wear in modern times qualifies as a costume?" Helena wasn't sure if she should be amused or horrified by this. As such, she just went with the flow. Though upon hearing the archeologist outfit, she was all ears. Helena followed after Claudia, also eyeing the Greek goddess costume. Myka had compared her to Aphrodite. Tilting her head, Helena pondered that over, eyeing the costume with a bit of a bemused smile on her lips. In fact, she was so lost in thought that she didn't quite hear what Claudia had said until finally the younger woman's voice registered in her mind. Shaking out of her thoughts, she turned to Claudia. "I'm sorry, what?" It was a rare thing that Helena missed bits of conversation, but she also couldn't help her mind when it decided to trail off.

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