Helena had been on her way to another part of the ship when she saw a very familiar person up ahead. So she simply stopped and watched him as he turned this way and that. A bemused smirk crossed her face and she crossed her arms as she let him fret for some moments about where he was. So once he seemed to settle down enough to ask where he was, she stepped forward, that bemused smirk still on her face.

"Indeed, this would the Enterprise. Welcome aboard, as they say." There was a sparkle in her eyes. And she would never admit it out loud, or at least not out loud to Pete or anyone that might tell him, but Helena had missed him. While sometimes his playfulness and childish behavior irritated her, he was a genuinely good guy, and she did like being around him at times.

Though sometimes he did remind her a little too much of her brother, Charles, and those were the times when she just wanted to slap him. But that was just Pete being Pete. If women didn't want to slap him now and again, there was something wrong, right? Right.