Losing control was fine so long as it was in a safe environment. That Myka could handle. Getting upset, angry. Fine. It was taking it to the level of murdering people or the entire human race when Myka started having issue with lost control. There was a healthy way to lose control and then there was an unhealthy way to do so and she was determined that Helena do this healthily. And so long as Helena did so in a healthy manner, she'd be fine in coming back from it. Of that Myka was certain, and she'd ensure that was the route taken or die trying.
Which... was probably not a comment to make. Not in a place or time like this with psychopaths like Moriarty on the loose. She knew that she and Claudia would be there for Helena. And the friends she made. Irene, well, Helena seemed to think the other woman would be there but Myka had her doubts. Or it was irrational anger at the entire situation and placing the blame on Irene's idiotic mistake. That, too. Really. There was no excuse in her mind. Perhaps she'd feel differently had she been turned into an animal and in shock. But she still maintained that if one cared, truly cared and knew they were at risk and knew that the one who was a threat had no qualms using others.. that they would still find a way to keep them from knowing.
Still, at least Helena would hopefully be given a chance to adjust to her.. whatever numbered chance at life this was for her. Hopefully she would be able to live as a regular woman in an ordinary or as ordinary as a place like this could be.
"I'd prefer they just stop, but I'll take that..."
And then the comment on being tired. Oh, there were so many layers to that one comment and only someone who knew the truth of everything, who had been there and seen could truly grasp it. As such, Myka just reached over and squeezed Helena's hand.