Helena Gray
Harper Industries Headquarters in Goldenrod City
Affected RPers: @XaiakuX; @Death's Spook; @Velocity;

The tension in the air couldn't have been cut with a katana, it was so thick. Like straining steel cords, being teased and plucked, vibrating and singing humming songs that rang in Helena's ears.

It was obvious that she was surrounded by powerhouses. Though she'd dealt with plenty in her time, she realized suddenly what she'd gotten into when she decided to spy on Lance Harper. A single, discreet bead of sweat rolled between her shoulder blades, causing gooseflesh to appear down her spine. The chilled air of the building didn't help.

Lance's sibling's charming smile didn't fool Helena for one instant. The small woman gave him her most charming smile, though she knew he saw right through her facade. His dimpled cheeks and harmless grin could not hide the look of worry and calculated caution in his eyes. He feared her. Or, at least, had a respect for her similar to fear. His call to make Lenore Lance's bodyguard only cemented that as fact.

Speaking of Lenore... the dark-haired beauty turned to face the large woman, her sweet smile plastered on her face effortlessly. Instantly, Helena thought of several ways she could possibly take down or escape the bodyguard if she needed to, using Lenore's power against her. And yet, the polite look on Helena's face didn't move. It paid, sometimes, to be able to keep her composure. And the mention of Psychic-type Pokemon...

Great. Now I'll have to be careful around these freaks. She knew Psychics could communicate silently, effortlessly. Her own Alakazam was proof of that, even though she didn't use his power as often as some other Pokemon trainers would. Those Pokemon were nothing short of killing machines and assassins. Good thing Helena had Tonsiru, her Greninja, as a counter to that if she so needed him... Helena snapped to at the mention of 'rabble' by Lenore. She was certain the bodyguard was referring to her, but of course with these mind games, it was impolite to point out people's subtle plays. Helena narrowed her eyes slightly behind the blonde's back. Oh, she already hated that woman.

So instead of speaking to either of them at length, she merely concurred and agreed and exchanged simple pleasantries, even going so far as to take Lance's arm with a delicate touch.

"Lead away," she told him. The other two already knew she wasn't a simpleton, but it would be better to keep up the act. It wasn't good to show your hand; better they didn't know that she knew they'd noticed her killer instincts.