"No, no, no-- wait."

There's a hand up, Helena's face buried in the research notes. She'd been close -- so close to deciphering the puzzle. There were people trapped on the mirror side, and though they'd discovered who it was (and had captured their mirrors) they didn't yet have a way to bring them back. Yet.

Helena had been analysing the puzzle that had been left, which wasn't difficult on its own but there was more to it than just a riddle and that was what made it so frustrating. There was one riddle inside another inside a door which they had no idea of where it's location would be.

"You're locked in a room. You can't reach the window. There are.... appliances, though goodness knows why." There's a noise of frustration. The riddle's laughing in their faces, almost -- taunting them about the people that are trapped. The appliances were on the other side of the room, and it wasn't likely that you could simply move them to reach the window.

"I'd question whether those objects were specifically there to mean something but--" But it didn't seem like it would. The frustration gets too much, just for that minute, and Helena finally stands, closing her notes rather sharply.

"They've put this with a bloody time limit, and I'm not one to call things impossible, no, but this place is downright ridiculous." It's ridiculous, and their are people's lives on the line. If it wasn't for that, or the time working against them, the frustration wouldn't be there, and perhaps Helena would be able to think clearer.

It's not a puzzle to be worked on alone, and she knows it -- she knows that their are others working on it too but she hadn't been able to agree with them. They weren't her team, and they didn't listen well. Neither did she when things were tense, and it was very tense. She couldn't bear letting anyone die, and so far it was seeming that way.

"I don't have anything." She laughs, self-pitying. Helena Wells always considers her mind to be great -- she loves puzzles and the mystery, and she hates this feeling. Uselessness, failure. It's making her feel defeated when she shouldn't be, because it's not over yet and the answer is within reach.

( video )

So... ( There's an awkward chuckle, and Helena smooths her hands down her jeans ) In an entirely hypothetical situation, say one were to... have blown something up.

( Hypothetically. Judging by the fact that there's smoke on Helena's clothes it's definitely not something that's occurred.

Or something that she knows how to deal with. Explosions from her inventions she can handle. Explosions from the technology of what is here? Helena doesn't know nearly enough about it. Thankfully it's just a kitchen appliance, not that she knows that )

What might one do about getting it fixed? Just for future reference, of course, in case something did ever occur. This is a strange place, after all, and stranger things have happened.

( She laughs again, giving a little wave )

Thank you in advance, I suppose.