Helen preferred evasion to outright lies. She liked her secrets, but her life was complicated enough without needing to remember every lie she'd ever told. But if she were honest, she wasn't doing so well at either since finding herself in this godforsaken hotel.

She smiled slightly, a hint of apology in the gesture, though it was likely ruined by the flicker of amusement in her eyes. Being well acquainted with the 1800's herself, she understood that sentiment. "Yes, well, they didn't have the benefit of living through them, did they?" Her expression shifted, unreadable, her eyes not betraying her for once, but there was a soft fondness to her next statement, "Times have certainly changed."

And because it had been terribly rude of her to eavesdrop, "I would have been 48. Things were different then."