Helena most certainly wasn't going to bring up the dreams. She was aiming for pleasant conversation and Harley's dreams seemed to be far from dinner conversation-friendly. And Helena couldn't exactly explain her own dreams yet. So. It was picking out other conversation topics.
She was seated and keeping an eye out when the host led the blonde woman over. That rise of nerves wasn't what she wanted, but she kept it locked inside and instead smiled, standing up to greet Harley.
"Hello," she greeted warmly, letting her charm work to her favor. And, of course, as she gave Harley the once-over, her gaze did linger on that distracting cleavage slightly longer than necessary. She held her hand out in greeting. "It is a pleasure to meet you in person, Harley." And there was her charming smile finally fully coming onto her face.