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

When Claudia mentioned the whole bit about being the south, Helena took another look around. Admittedly, she had not spent overly much time traveling the United States aside from her trip to the 1893 Chicago World's Fair and the places she'd gone to after being unbronzed. But she had seen glimpses of the south when she'd ventured to Fort Lauderdale to locate the Corsican Vest. She looked back at Claudia with a bit of a wrinkle to her nose. "It certainly does have a vibe," she agreed.

At the t-shirt comment, Helena could only stare at Claudia as though she had just severely blasphemed God in the Vatican. "No, I do not want a t-shirt like that, thank you." Now Helena was starting to move beyond being horrified into a realm she couldn't quite put a description to. Though the place seemed to be a slight paradox. While the decor and messy food put Helena off, the smell of the food was more than appealing. As such, she wasn't certain whether to settle down or not. She wasn't precisely fidgeting, but she wasn't precisely sitting still either. Her typically impeccable posture seemed slightly askew currently.