It was a little startling that Myka suddenly had the curly hair back. It was interesting, actually. As much as she'd liked the straight hair on Myka, Helena did prefer the curls. The curls seemed to better suit Myka's personality than the straight hair. Though she could understand the trying to change and start over after Helena had betrayed her. And she did still feel terrible for that, but she couldn't do anything about it anymore. All she could do was move forward and try to make her life better. Though thinking that and actually accomplishing that were two completely different things.
Just as Myka could see how she was barely holding herself together, Helena could see how lost Myka was. It was to be expected upon showing up in a new world with a war they had no idea how to fight. But it was also to be expected after what Myka had just experienced in their world. Or rather what they both had experienced as they came from the same point in time. Thankfully. She couldn't do that talk again. It hurt bad enough telling Claudia, and she'd rather not relieve her death if she didn't have to, thank you.
"Yes, thank you." Even though she'd just had tea, coffee wouldn't be a bad thing. Helena did doubt she'd sleep tonight anyway. She had napped earlier in the day.
"And no doubt you would've answered your door with your gun pointed at me." Helena chirped back, a little smirk curving one corner of her mouth. They did have a knack for meeting at gunpoint. It usually was Helena getting the gun pointed at her, save for the time at Yellowstone. And so their dance began again, trying to find that common ground between them. At least with Myka here, Helena could try to ground herself more firmly. Claudia hadn't been enough, and Irene wasn't either. Neither of them knew her the way Myka did.
And then she suddenly remembered the Farnsworth. "Oh, here. This is for you." She held the Farnsworth out to Myka.