Myka would be lying if she said she wasn't still hurt by the betrayal Helena had done the year previous. Warehouse 2, the Trident..... How she had known Helena wouldn't go through with it if Myka forced her to shoot her, she didn't know. Or she hadn't cared. After all, they all would have died anyway and Myka was a fighter. She wasn't going to just go down without a fight. If Helena wanted to kill her, she damn well was going to have to do it to Myka's face. To look her in the eyes. And that had been what had saved them all. Saved the world and no one knew but those at the Warehouse. So yes, it hurt. But even as that betrayal hurt, she would never deny the connection they had. Even as she had tried to in starting over. In leaving her happiness to keep from making that same mistake again.
But this? This was a crazy that even the Secret Service agent wasn't used to. Because there were no artifacts to blame. The bad guys weren't human at times. Even just being here for a day and reading back, Myka knew that she was out of her league with this. There was nothing she could take control of and that was terrifying to the woman who always had to be in control. Every step planned with back up plans for her back up plans, color coded to make them easier to remember.
Nodding as Helena agreed to coffee, Myka moved to the kitchen and poured her a cup. Oh, she knew that Helena preferred tea, but she already had coffee on the stove so it was just easier to go that route. That and she didn't have many teas at her disposal.
The comment on answering the door with a gun caused Myka to smirk more.
"Of course. We do happen to meet at gunpoint fairly often." Handing Helena the mug, Myka was about to try to find something to say even when she didn't know what to say as they both knew about the Warehouse so they didn't have to discuss that when the other Warehouse agent brought up the Farnsworth.
"Oh. Thanks, this could be useful..."
Taking the Farnsworth, Myka handled it briefly. She had lost hers back home and was just thankful she still had her Tesla. Oh cell phones were fine, but she'd grown used to the Farnsworth and it felt good to hold it again. Grounding in a way.