"You are most welcome," Helena responded. Pride was something she well understood considering she was also the type that loathed asking for help. She was also immensely stubborn about it as well, which she came by naturally in her personality.
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Carter." And even over a century on, those Victorian manners of hers were still strong. Even for as much as she was born a century ahead of her time, Helena still was so very Victorian in many ways.
Helena had a very large empathic streak in her. She cared about others more than was for her own good at times, which was why she offered the assistance to Peggy. While she would certainly have respected Peggy trying to find her own way through the snow towards shelter, Helena had wanted to make the offer in an attempt to lessen the difficulty of walking through the snow. Peggy was in good company, for Helena had the utmost respect for women nor did she tend to question them unless there was good reason to do so.
(Technically, Helena had a history of murder and manipulation, but she'd repented and reformed in the few years that had passed since then. That person was still apart of her, of course, and at times she had the urge to kill, but that largely only came when threats to her life or the lives of those she cared about happened. As it was, Peggy was more than safe from Helena's wrath.)
With the arm offered, Helena stepped closer and linked her arm with Peggy's. "I am almost relieved to hear you have things in ink and paper. Progress is at times overrated, even if technology comes in handy now and again," Helena said, adding in a bit of humor. It at least gave her something to focus on other than the irritation of not having a memory of this place. It was then that she began to head for the building she'd spotted, ensuring to not move too fast. Though that was more for the fact she didn't know if there was ice under the snow or even icy patches along the way than it was for anything else. "Also, let us hope there is a lack of ice patches along the way, otherwise both of us will be unhappy."
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"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Carter." And even over a century on, those Victorian manners of hers were still strong. Even for as much as she was born a century ahead of her time, Helena still was so very Victorian in many ways.
Helena had a very large empathic streak in her. She cared about others more than was for her own good at times, which was why she offered the assistance to Peggy. While she would certainly have respected Peggy trying to find her own way through the snow towards shelter, Helena had wanted to make the offer in an attempt to lessen the difficulty of walking through the snow. Peggy was in good company, for Helena had the utmost respect for women nor did she tend to question them unless there was good reason to do so.
(Technically, Helena had a history of murder and manipulation, but she'd repented and reformed in the few years that had passed since then. That person was still apart of her, of course, and at times she had the urge to kill, but that largely only came when threats to her life or the lives of those she cared about happened. As it was, Peggy was more than safe from Helena's wrath.)
With the arm offered, Helena stepped closer and linked her arm with Peggy's. "I am almost relieved to hear you have things in ink and paper. Progress is at times overrated, even if technology comes in handy now and again," Helena said, adding in a bit of humor. It at least gave her something to focus on other than the irritation of not having a memory of this place. It was then that she began to head for the building she'd spotted, ensuring to not move too fast. Though that was more for the fact she didn't know if there was ice under the snow or even icy patches along the way than it was for anything else. "Also, let us hope there is a lack of ice patches along the way, otherwise both of us will be unhappy."