Irene was looking forward to seeing Helena, even if she wasn't feeling her best. The hangover would soon be banished - the two pints of water, cup of coffee and painkillers she had consumed would see to that - and company would be more than welcome. She hadn't had anyone but clients visit the house, and as she had a feeling that moving would soon be necessary, a chance to play hostess before then was appreciated.
The dishevelment she had mentioned on the coms was not a lie; she looked far less than her best at the present moment. Staying that way, however, was not the plan. Before she had been dragged to the future her and Ms Wells relationship had been following a delightful path, and it was one she intended to maintain. Her current attire of nothing-at-all and mussy hair, as suitable as it hopefully was, was a little too forward nevertheless. Especially when she didn't have Kate to open the door for her.
So she pulled herself from the armchair she was currently inhabiting and made her way to her bedroom to find something to wear. The mirror caused her pause, and leaning in she examined the wound on her cheek. It made her shiver, thinking of how close she had come to receiving his punishment. But then the seal, which normally was a curse, had blessingly pulled her back to this time. Watson had tried to slow Moriarty in his destruction of her, which she appreciated, but it was the seal she had to thank as her saviour. She shook her head and moved away. It wasn't a good memory to dwell on.
Settling on a pair of high waisted, dark purple slacks and a cowl necked lace top, she surveyed herself in the mirror and nodded. That would do nicely. She would leave her hair down, she decided, to distract from the cut, so just brushed it through carefully to preserve her curls. She applied a little make up, avoiding the cut as she did. Dark red lips, minimal eye embellishments and some powder completed her look.
Padding barefoot back through her living room and into the kitchen she prepared a tray for tea, put on the kettle, then brought the tray through to the front room and put it on the coffee table. At which point she heard the knock on the door. Perfect. Checking the peephole first she smiled to herself as Ms Wells fixed her hair. There was no need - she looked ravishing.
Opening the door with a flourish she stood back to let Helena enter, smiling warmly at her as she did. "It's wonderful to see you, do come in" she greeted, gesturing towards the living room.
[OOC: for reference, the house has wood floors, high ceilings and stark white walls with antique mirrors dotted around the place. The living room has burgundy leather couches and black wooden furniture, and the tea set is silver, the cups delicate white and silver china]