It probably wasn't exactly the most opportune time to have this conversation, given Anakin seemed to be reading something, and Helena was playing with fire. Of course, she was merely melting down metal, she wasn't playing with dangerous chemicals, so she didn't need her completely and undivided attention focused on what she was doing. It also wasn't exactly the best subject to discuss, but it would come up sooner or later between them.
As Anakin decided how to answer, Helena remembered that she should probably do something about her hair. Taking a hair tie off of her wrist, she pulled her hair back into a haphazard bun, keeping it safely out of her face save for some of her shorter layers that framed her face. Brushing them behind her ears, she looked back at Anakin. She didn't take his statement as being arrogant. Helena had a lot of things to catch up on, including what depicted Anakin's life.
Upon hearing the answer, Helena nodded slightly, leaning against the table, letting her attention focus on Anakin. It would take some time before the heat of the flame began melting the metal. Helena had anticipated vibranium having a very high melting point from what James had told her, so for the moment it was playing the waiting game.
"For what it is worth, I would not be one who would be uneasy with things. Nor am I one to judge what another has done for to pass judgement upon another would mean I would have to pass judgement upon myself or stand a hypocrite." Obviously, Helena had no prior knowledge of the things Anakin had done or would do in his world, but Helena was not the type to be phased by any of it. After all, she'd murdered in cold blood, even tortured, and she had been one strike of the Trident away from taking the entire world down with her. Six billion lives that she almost put an end to, and it had all begun with one loss, one pain that went too deep for her to truly face and accept.