[ helen isn't normally the therapist type. she doesn't do heartfelt talks mostly because they inevitably turn back on her and she doesn't want to pry into someone else's life when she hardly wants to talk about her own innermost feelings. either way, when she walks into the bar again and spots the young woman haha sitting by herself, she can't help but feel a certain understanding. normally, she would leave the poor woman to herself, but something tugs at her. perhaps it's the bottle on the table. she pauses for just a moment longer before ordering a bottle of a nice cabernet sauvignon for variety. clad in a suit that only hides the large gashes on her arms that have been bandaged for only a few hours and were bleeding quite badly before then and sporting various small cuts and scrapes from broken glass across her cheeks, neck, and collarbone area, helen moves towards the occupied table. ]
Is this seat taken? [ she asks it very nicely as she indicates the empty chair nearby and if given any indication that the young woman wants to be left alone, helen will be more than willing to leave her in peace. ]