Helena really wanted to know why her life had turned out this way. Well okay, she knew why, but why did the powers that be decide to dump it all on her? She really wasn't as strong as she pretended to be, and she could only adjust to new surroundings so many times before it got to be too much and consumed her whole. There had been days in this place that she just wanted to sit in a corner and laugh maniacally at the situation. She should be dead. She was dead. But she was alive. It was suffocating to be alive, now more than ever. But with Myka here, she could cling to their connection knowing that it did have the power to pull her out of herself. It was some semblance of normalcy, something that meant everything to her because it was all she had. In her entire life, Helena had never felt anything even remotely similar with anyone else. What she had with Myka defied explanation yet she knew exactly what it was at the same time. In the end, that was what had saved her, and now it was possibly the only thing that could save them both in this strange world.
"I could just go back into the hall, knock again and you can answer with your gun drawn." Helena suggested with a soft chuckle.
She would try her hardest not to be in a situation like that again, she wanted Myka to trust her and not think she was about to end the world again. And when Myka said she had her Tesla, Helena nodded, merely taking a drink of her coffee. She had figured as much so it wasn't disheartening to hear. That just meant she'd make an extra Farnsworth before she let herself sleep again. Seriously, if she found herself suddenly thrown into yet another reality, she would officially let herself go insane because that would be far simpler. This mad inventor state she'd been in the last two weeks seemed to only worsen. She was covering the physical effects of a skewed and spotty sleep schedule with perfect application of make-up. It was enough to cover the dark circles and pale complexion, but not more than she usually wore so it didn't attract attention.
When Myka first held her hand out to her, Helena was confused. Until she saw what lay in Myka's hand. Helena's mouth fell open a bit and for a few moments, she could only stare at it. Oh it stirred up so many emotions, and it did upset her, but she needed it. Wordlessly, Helena reached out and took it with her free hand, clasping it in her fist, then pressing her fist against her mouth, closing her eyes for some moments as her thoughts drifted back to Christina, her happiest place lost long ago. When she opened her eyes, there were unshed tears within them. Setting her coffee down, she promptly put the necklace on, then she opened the locket and gazed at the picture within it. It was her one connection to the life she'd lost, to her precious daughter that now only lived within her memory. And in the moments where she gazed at Christina, she felt the most grounded since finding herself here. Finally, she closed the locket and slid it inside her shirt, against her heart where it always had been before. She looked back at Myka, a thankful smile on her lips.
"Thank you. I didn't think I would see it again," she said softly, her voice quivering with the emotion the locket caused her. She kept one hand pressed against her chest, feeling the locket beneath, drawing strength from it even though it also stirred up the pain that rested within her soul.