When Irene returned the compliment, Helena's smile widened, a sparkle in her eyes. She honestly could not remember the last time someone complimented her on her looks. Myka had given her compliments, but it was in the vein of her character and personality and not her outward appearance. It was refreshing to hear, and she was not the blushing type to receive such a compliment. Instead, she glowed under the praise.
"Thank you," she responded. The height difference between them was a fact that Helena found a slight sense of irony in. After all, Irene was the dominatrix, and yet she was a couple inches shorter than herself. But she would not point such things out, but instead she would let that play into their ever so apparent chemistry.
The woodwork was certain exquisite in the house. Helena had a passion for wood floors and woodwork in general. Being in the house, however, made her long for her own. She missed having her secret hiding places behind bookcases and in closets to store her inventions and things she needed for her job at the Warehouse. Perhaps at some point in the future she would look into such a thing, but for now she would be content on where she was. "Good because I am the type to flatter, and I do not like to stop once I start." She smirked a bit. Oh Helena was indeed a terrible flirt, but it had been something that had suited her, and it had done her good. Well, in most cases. There were the few times it had gotten her into trouble. When she offered the gift, she noticed the change in Irene's expression. No doubt the last three weeks had been incredibly hard on her. Reaching out, she set a comforting hand on Irene's shoulder, a warm, genuine smile on her face. "I do care, and when you need me, I will be there. Whether it is a present you, a future you or a past you. I don't leave those I care about alone when they need someone." Which was the truth, she was a creature of loyalty when she wasn't going insane. "You're welcome, Irene."
She followed Irene into the living room, setting her coat aside. She then turned her attention back to Irene, who was looking at the Farnsworth in confusion. Something she'd expected, so she'd come prepared to explain. She went over to the woman, stepping within her personal space and opened it for her, revealing a small television-like screen with a couple buttons. "It's called a Farnsworth. It's a communication device. It was the standard method of communication for Warehouse agents. They work no matter where you are in the world. Should you ever need help, or even just someone to talk to in the middle of the night, press this button" Helena pointed at the black button "and it will call me automatically. It is more reliable than a cell phone, and it is both audio and video communication." She also didn't want to take the chance that Moriarty would try to hurt Irene again and she would need immediate help without a way to call for it. But she would have that now.