Irene simply nodded when Helena said she'd been raised Anglican. She had assumed as much, considering the H.G. Wells of history was.
"It is strange. Very strange. People who meant very little now come to mind every day." She sighed slightly, thinking of Kate yet again. That little red head was never far from her thoughts, now that she had no one with her, no one to serve her and indulge her whims. "True, though; this world is a whole new start, a chance to reinvent and establish oneself all over again. It's a challenge I've been enjoying, so far." She couldn't help but mentally laugh at Helena's smile. There was no need for charm; Irene was determined to continue this relationship.
When Helena began to explain her job Irene couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in skepticism; but by the end she was almost gaping. Realising as much she stopped and composed herself, but she couldn't help laughing a little. "That sounds completely unbelievable, but you know that I assume. Where this any other situation I'd be advising therapy and some serious medication."
"Questions...lets see....what sort of dangerous powers?" She couldn't help be curious as to why the rigging of an abandoned ship, or a brick from a politicians playpen could be considered dangerous.