And to Helen's credit, she did not just drop the jacket and followed, she let is cover her- slightly, shifting with her movements. There was something more appealing (to her anyway) in that playfulness. Little glimpses, nothing clear until the moment was right.
In this moment, despite her demeanor she was very much still lost. "Yes, that is fine." Again, Helen made herself at home, brushing past him to turn on the shower and simply ignore Hector. Well, not a proper ignore, since this was done for effect, false sense of security. The reflection in the mirror should have been familiar, but for some reason it was not. Helen almost wanted to smash the mirror, fragmented pieces reflecting back her true self.
No, she did not want to see that anymore, her attentions were turned to the shower. Finally discarding the jacket to toss it aside, she dipped her hand to test the water, closing her eyes briefly.
The water felt strange. Wrong.
It was almost like relearning how things felt, from the fabric of the coat- to the lukewarm water, speaking, smiling, everything.