Helga followed the man, his cloak trailing behind, very grateful for his assistance. Curious, Helga considered the heavier sleeve, bringing the end of it to her face to peer inside when something slithered on her arm. She cried out, surprised and stopped walking as the thing wound itself around and around her arm, moving ever closer to her wrist. It hissed and she released the sleeve, holding her arm out straight ahead of her as she ran to catch up to Salazar.
"Is your pet a snake?" she asked, distressed, her voice slightly louder in panic.