It was at that precise moment that Helena realized Bruce shared several similarities to Christina's father. She blinked, slightly daunted by that, but she couldn't deny Bruce had the same scientific outlook and method of flirting. It would now just be immensely harder to resist the attraction she all ready felt herself having to him.
"Such a fine gentleman you are, Bruce. Though I am thoroughly enjoying this experiment so far. But I am still eager to see what shall be yielded from each stroke and breath we give to it." Helena's smirk widened. Of course she all ready knew the outcome of this, but she was more than eager to see Bruce's reaction to it. Leaving the counter to be straightened up later, Helena moved to the other part of the room, away from the heat of what they had just done.
"I regret to say that I do not have a finished product of this to show you, so you will have to settled for a half-finished one and seeing sketches of the finished product until this is finished." On a table there was what looked to be a half-built shell of some sort and various parts strewn on the tabletop. Helena was going to pull up a sketch for Bruce to look at when she realized it was in her notebook, which was back on the other side of the lab. "Oh bollocks, I'm getting absent-minded in my old age, apparently," she said with a laugh before quickly running over to retrieve the notebook and coming back, flipping a page or two in it. "Ah here, this is what it will look like when it's finished. "This specific one will be concealed within a contemporary lighting fixture on the ceiling in Emily's room."
Helena didn't even realize Bruce wouldn't know who Emily was. The words just rolled off her tongue smoothly now. Of course the girl's presence still hurt her, reminded her of everything she had lost, but she had accepted her into her life. And Helena was all ready calling her her daughter, which spoke volumes to how much she cared for her.