After the equipment was all in place, Helena rolled up the sleeves of her blouse so they were above her elbows. She went over to her bag and pulled out a hair clip which she used to pull her ebony hair back into a haphazard bun, some shorter tendrils of hair framing her well-structured face. She then moved to where she had her notebook lying open and picked up her pencil. She leaned on her elbows, busying herself with reading over the notes and equations she'd made on Sunday when making the sample batch. She made a few notes in the margins and muttered to herself as she did so, glancing at the materials beside her on the table.
When she heard Bruce, she immediately stood up straight and set her pencil down. "It is all right! I just finished making preparations, so you are precisely on time as it stands." She smiled warmly at him. Unable to help herself as it was her nature, Helena slid her gaze up and down Bruce. While most might think she was judging looks, looks really didn't mean anything to her. It was the mind that truly got her attention, and Bruce had the kind of mind that would grab her attention. She walked over to him and extended her hand in greeting. "It is a pleasure to meet you in the flesh, Bruce. I daresay I have been looking forward to this encounter."
Helena had a contagious smile, one that could light up a room and make her ebony eyes glimmer, just as they were currently. She probably looked like a schoolgirl from the elation she felt over this situation, but she could not help it. Aside from the inventions she'd built since she'd been in this world, she hadn't embarked upon a project of this sort since she'd originally made the cavorite back in the 1880s.