As Helena huffed in response to what she said, Myka just shot her a pointed look. Really. That wasn't a necessary response. She was trying to help. Yes, Helena had a point. He knew what buttons to push, Christina. Nothing was sooner to set Helena off than Christina. Myka still felt guilty for pulling Helena out of her happy place in Warehouse 2, even though she would have died had she not. Still. At least she could have died with Christina being the last person she saw. She at least could have been happy. Oh, Myka well knew that Christina would always be Helena's undoing, but it was the same for any mother. Or at least any mother who was a real mother and not one who didn't care for her children.
Moving over to the computer, Myka read the comments, having looked over her shoulder to tell Helena that commenting to him had been a bad idea only for Helena to say she knew that.
And clearly Helena was upset if she was repeating the same question twice in how to keep him from getting under her skin as he already knew just how to do so. She didn't even comment on the phrasing the second time around.
What else could she say about the Christina thing. Still, she was confused by the comment Moriarty had made in regards to herself. It seemed innocent enough, but that didn't mean it was. Oh no, not for a man like Moriarty. And Helena admitting that her being threatened made the Victorian woman lose her impulse control? That... was unexpected. And dangerous. If people learned that.... they could make Helena do things she wouldn't. That and Myka didn't see why she was worth that lose of impulse control.
"....I don't know how you can keep him from getting under your skin. Not really... We don't know what his time table is, what he has planned or just what his aim with this is beyond to upset her."
Myka didn't mean to be so dismissive of Irene, but really, this was all her fault. It shouldn't matter if someone was out of sorts because they were turned into an animal, if they truly cared for someone, shouldn't they have the presence of mind to want to protect them? That didn't go away just because your body was different.
Running her fingers through her hair, Myka sighed and paced in thought. She needed twizzlers.