When Myka had her outburst of laughter, Helena gave her a little look then drank her tea. It no doubt sounded absolutely ridiculous. Well, it was probably a little ridiculous that the famous author and inventor and Warehouse agent was now a waitress, but the fact was that Helena was good at her job. Dexterity served her well there as did her observational skills, to the point where she knew what regular customers would order when they came in. But she didn't deny that she was starting to have that feeling of something missing from it.
"Yes I will, though I will still use a pseudonym. My books are available in this place, so H.G. Wells suddenly having a new book would raise questions. Given Helena Wells might still raise questions I'd have to lie about, I am going to use Georgia Neal." Where Georgia came from was obvious, but Neal had been her mother's maiden name, which Myka would no doubt know. Though Helena could not help the slight sneer that momentarily crossed her face at being reminded of her mother. "I have no idea. It's still strange to me that I even have choices in the matter."