Helena really wanted to ask, are you okay?, but it literally seemed like the dumbest question in the world because he clearly wasn't okay - he was having a panic attack or something and Helena didn't really know what she should do. She was around a lot of fucked up people - a. lot. - but sometimes she was still pretty lost. She was still kinda fucked up herself.
Shit, he looked like he'd gone wild.
Helena wanted some smack.
She licked her lips and put the pole back on the shelf. "Hey," she said quietly, attempting to be all soothing. "It's all cool now. The door was jammed, but it's okay."