Helga swung her arms at her sides when the pie was taken from her, as she waited by the door. Salazar was on his way back when she remembered that she had been invited in, though she didn't know if that extended to further into the house or if she was meant to stay where she was. Technically, she was in the house already.
"Oh yes, please. That would be very nice," she answered, holding her arms straight out at her sides as if this might perhaps help. "I am drippy."