Helen's thoughts had been focused on Paris ever since she had been reunited with him. Every waking moment was filled with thoughts of him or literally with him. A non-lovesick Helen would have gagged at such a sight. A non-lovesick Helen would have been able to spot a love curse a mile away. But this Helen was anything but sober.
She had felt whoever it was, but she had absolutely no desire to find out who it was. That was most unfortunate, as the moment she finished walking up the tiny hill she nearly walked right into him. She found herself face-to-face with Menelaus and for a moment she was speechless. There was a look of pure and utter shock on her face and immediately she felt the urge to run. "Oh gods," she said loudly, not even caring who heard. Her eyes were wide and she did indeed turn on one foot to get away.