[OOC: Sorry for reposting but my other reply sucked because I was distracted while writing it. So have a better one! And FOURTH TIME'S the charm because HTML FAIL. >_> I have issues today, good lord.]
Helena was fully aware of the reputation that proceeded her, and she was also well aware that when she used her name, people expected her to be male. While she had to take it silently a century ago, she was going to get the credit she deserved this time. Helena would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy bursting that particular misconception people had. Of course, she didn't blame people for thinking that way. Social constraints of the late 19th Century had left her wanting for more. But in this modern era, she would claim her credit wherever and whenever possible. And she was called, grouped with a couple others, the "father" of science fiction. She did quite enjoy that title. It made her glad that her ideas survived a century after she'd come up with them. Well minus the whole believing she was a man, but that was beside the point. Helena knew she'd left her mark on Warehouse 12, at least. While that had ended in a debacle, everyone associated with the Warehouse knew who she was and the legacy of her inventions she'd left behind.
She was early, but she didn't mind. Helena liked people watching, and it also helped her in this day and age with the body language and so forth. Well, mostly. Helena still sometimes acted far too Victorian, and others she had no care for people's personal space. But she did mostly come across as polite, until she really got to know someone, then she tended to let her full range of sarcasm and wit show through. Though truthfully, Helena was sarcastic and witty even if she didn't know someone that well. It was just that she tended to open more if she knew someone and trusted them. Or, in some cases, used her baggage to manipulate people. But she wasn't so much about the manipulating people thing. Not anymore. She had turned over a new leaf and with the second, or was it the third?, lease on life, she wasn't going to squander it.
When Irene arrived, Helena looked up at her and smiled warmly, taking her hand and shaking it. "Ms Adler, it is likewise a great pleasure to meet you. It is good to hear a familiar accent. I rather miss a good old British accent that isn't my own." She chuckled a bit, settling into her seat. This was definitely going to be an encounter she'd truly enjoy. Not even here a day and all ready she was making friends and bursting everyone's bubble of what history had taught them to be true.