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

"You do have a point. No doubt some choose their names to draw attention to themselves." Not that Helena was an expert on that subject, but it did make sense. No doubt also a marketing type of move. Name yourself something catchy and you would have quite the easy marketing time. Which seemed to be the name of the game these days. When she had watched television or listened to the radio in their world, there was so much emphasis on marketing and attracting business. Money seemed to be in everything and was the driving force behind much of what went on.

"Both? I admit to not being acquainted with an electric guitar." Helena smiled warmly at the younger agent. She was trying for the whole fitting in and settling into a family now that she wasn't insane and trying to destroy the world. This would be a good way for her to grow closer to Claudia, to learn more about her. Helena had, of course, done her homework on the agents of Warehouse 13, but reading a file was far different than talking to them. And right now, she was all for the talking and finding her place in their family because she still felt very much the outsider among them. She wasn't from their time, she had a horrible track record, but she was trying to make amends, to truly be a better person. Myka deserved that. Helena deserved it.

Chuckling at Claudia, Helena flipped some hair over her shoulder. "I do not wish to make you gag further, so I will simply say you are most welcome. Devil child? Now how did you come about that particular nickname?" Digging for information which was something she was good at doing. Now to see if Claudia would be forthcoming or not with her response. She pulled the Greek goddess costume off the rack and looked it over, checking the size and what was included with it.