Derek's statement about switching places caught Helena's interest immediately. One came in while another went out - a dangerous sign. Those that tended to escape from artifacts wreaked havoc on the world.
"Those 'funky weapons' are children's toys that I use to play space explorer with my daughter," Helena lied smoothly. "Throwing a strop would accomplish nothing, except perhaps to get me killed."
Helena didn't conceal her name, however, as being cooperative assisted her. "My surname is Wells." She had noted the young man with the laptop but didn't know how they could search for someone without having a name or other personal information. She hadn't had her wallet with her or her Warehouse Secret Service identification. She'd had a few dollars in her sweater pocket, her farnsworth, and her tesla. Adjusting her sweater about her gave her indication that those items were now missing.