When Esme picked up the bags both of Helena's hands came up, trying to feebly insist that Esme was doing too much. But it was already over and done with and she simply picked up the rest of the bags in her arms and started down the way towards the stairwell.
"I'm on eleven," she said simply and she dimly recalled all the childhood warnings of talking to strangers. But she had an idea who this was and so far everything was fine. Nothing about the other woman seemed was amiss. There was no reason to overreact.
She balanced the bags in her arms to get her hand free enough to turn the door, holding it open for the other woman to pass her by. "I really hope I'm not keeping you from anything."