“Oh!” Her response was immediate, the surprise obvious, although there was something in her expression, something troubled, as if Gina being Bellum’s newest resident wasn’t the best news in the world. Still, Helena quickly schooled her expression back into something a bit warmer, not wanting to alarm her. How could she explain the madness that was Bellum to someone who hadn't experienced it? “Two days ago? Then you missed…” Her hand rose, as if to motion to the rest of her body, to point out the bandages and the burns, but she curled her fingers when she caught herself. Clearly Gina missed the time traveling madness and that, at least, relaxed her.
She was torn for a moment, wanting to warn the girl. She wanted to insist that it was in her best interest never to unpack her boxes and return from wherever she came. But she knew it wasn’t much use. She’d never believe her or the wild claims she might make. And if she did come to Bellum, Helena knew that on some strange and bizarre level, Gina belonged there. It meant she was like the rest of them. She had a fictional self, just like they all did. Now just to figure out who. “Have you been there yet? Met any of the residents? Besides myself, of course.” And probably half of the hospital’s emergency intake the night prior, no doubt.