"You too, Helena." For a moment, Fred just stared at her, then at the hand. "Oh! Right, handshakes. I remember those - kind of hard not to when they've been around as a tradition since the fifth century bee cee eee." Hesitantly, she met the hand with her own and shook it, then released it. Her own hand slapped her forehead as she remembered what to do next. "You want to come in, don't you?" Her Texas drawl was even more evident as a little bit of embarrassment seeped in, and Fred stepped back apologetically. "I can be kind of stupid and forgetful sometimes, sorry."
Pulling the door open, Fred gestured for the other woman to enter. From what Helena would see of the apartment, it had only started to become a little messy, but overall it was still mostly okay. There were taco wrappers and papers and markers scattered throughout. Fred had started writing on the walls in her bedroom, but when she thought of something, she had used the main apartment as well, and some of her equations were visible.