The comfort was most certainly welcome. It was never easy for her to talk about Christina and her subsequent fall from grace, from which she sometimes still felt like she was falling though she was trying so desperately to pull herself back up. She squeezed his hand in gratitude, smiling gently. At his compliments, her smile strengthened.
"Thank you, that is reassuring to hear, truthfully. Some days I am not so certain." Her ego was always firmly in tact, no matter what state of mind she was in. But she did question herself as a human being some days. Especially lately with Moriarty lurking in the background, ready to blow a hole in her life once more.
And then she managed to set her inner demons aside as his speech turned back to flirtatious, and she mirrored his smirk, finally letting go of her locket and letting her hand fall to her side. "Out of desperate times sometimes come the brightest of innovations. I like to think my time machine was such a product. Besides, one has to know the lowest of the low in order to know how high one can fly." Reaching back, she took the clip out of her hair, no longer needing to keep it from getting into what she was doing. She shook it out and brushed the fingers of both hands through it to straighten it out a bit.
"Now, this crafty thing is my anti-gravity generator. It will be wired to a switch that can be thrown to turn the anti-gravity field on or off as one wishes. The genius of it is being able to contain the effects of the cavorite itself within this." Helena picked up the half finished invention and held it for Bruce to take and inspect as he wished. "The cavorite itself will sit here," she pointed out a hollowed-out spot inside it. "Basically the metals around it will generate a magnetic field when the switch is in the off position that will keep the cavorite from affecting everything." Truly, it was an extremely ingenious invention for having originally been developed in the 1880s.