Sometimes, there were questions which were truly innocent, which could cause some deep contemplation. Questions of home, would certainly fall in that category, there was no doubt about that, not in the least. As Sune spoke, Helen could not help but to feel out of place, she really had no distinctive home, though, as she heard Hanako, she did realize she could wing it a bit if she kept it vague and impersonal, but somehow that just seemed to be worse than the truth.
"I really have not found that feeling since my youth. I suppose it is part of the job. I think the closest I get to that feeling is when I am in my quarters or at the home I keep, perhaps with one of my few trusted associates. Though, I suppose, perhaps I feel most at home when I am in a situation in which I can appreciate the fruits of my labor... I won't go into details about that though, that is private. Really though, at my age, feelings of home become rarer and rarer, and are replaced with feelings of nostalgia." Helen spoke, as she felt the rain let up, and she found herself missing it. Alas, that was the trouble of being in SAINT, she was not part of the science and engineering team that handled nodal control over the weather.