Helen couldn't care less about how very destroyed the apartment had become in a matter of minutes. It wasn't hers anymore. It never really was to begin with. It was just a place she had visited while Paris... The thought made her shiver with disgust.
She continued to shake, her breathing dangerously fast and shallow. If she didn't calm down she would likely hyperventilate and pass out. She focused on Achilles until her breathing slowed. He was a man of integrity and honor. It didn't matter to her that they had hated each other when she was with Patroclus. He had never been a coward. She respected him for all the things he was that Paris could never be.
She felt so angry, so betrayed, so out of control and helpless. "I don't know," she said through the tears. "We'll be seen no matter where we take him. We can hide him here?" She had been screaming, Achilles and Paris had made such a racket, it was only a matter of time before the police would arrive.