At the moment, it didn't make sense to Helena for Moriarty to use the witch or the vampire against her. To her, Moriarty seemed more the type to want to cause the pain himself. And considering he was doing this just to get to Irene? Helena was fairly certain she'd only be dealing with him. Of course it still stood to reason he'd use the witch to help him with something, or using the vampire to kidnap her if that was in his plan. But to have them directly attack her? The odds were against that. Or so Helena hoped. She would confirm this with Irene, though.
"I am rather thinking he would rather be the direct cause of the pain and suffering, so the witch and vampire may just be fringe elements." It was only slightly reassuring. Helena would rather not be involved in this at all, but she couldn't change it now. All they could do was adapt and survive. And Helena was nothing if she wasn't a survivor. Nevermind the fact the things Helena had suffered through had almost completely destroyed her. But the fact of the matter was that she was here and she was alive.
Helena was thankful Myka had decided to make the tea. Even though she'd used the time to retrieve a couple inventions and set to work, she'd also used it to pull her emotions back. She pulled them back under the surface, but she didn't lock them away. Looking at her, Myka would be able to see she wasn't repressing the emotions. She just wished to keep as much pride about her as she could at this moment. The last thing they needed was for her to fall apart completely when this was only the beginning of the game.
"Thank you, Myka," she replied, setting a tool down and taking the offered mug. She set her Grappler in her lap as she took a sip of the tea, taking a few moments to take in the aroma of it. Tea was always relaxing, and that was exactly what she needed right now. After taking another sip, she set the mug on the table and picked the Grappler back up, turning it this way and that as she looked it over. She then reached into the box and shuffled around for some moments before she pulled out the part she needed and went about putting it where it belonged.
"I'm glad you came when you did." She looked over at Myka. "Thank you." And that was meant for so much more than the agent simply having good timing. It was for pulling her back from the edge, for listening to her, for just going with the emotional tidal wave. And also for not saying anything about the tears she'd actually shed.