To say that Helena was greatly disenchanted with the Seal was making an understatement. Myka being sent back home had been hard enough, but then to have it send Pete back home within the same week was more than a little much for her to take. Despite the fact her and Pete hadn't gotten along until shortly before she'd died, and then that continued when he'd shown up here. It had been nice to get to know Pete, to come to know him better, and let him know her better. But then the Seal had intervened and now she just wasn't certain exactly what she could do in this situation. She was doing her best to focus on Emily and spending time with Claudia and Steve, with a side order of wanting to somehow glue them both to something to keep the Seal from taking them from her as well.
Helena had been making some strides in dealing with things. She'd confronted Christina's death and let herself actually grieve her daughter. She was learning about herself and coming to terms with who and what she was. She was a mother again. She had friends. For the first time since she'd been deBronzed, Helena felt that she belonged somewhere. It was a sense of belonging that went even deeper than what she felt for the Warehouse. This place was truly a place to start over in. Even though people here generally had no idea of her past, she wasn't one to hide it, and she was trying to come to terms with it and accept it. It was a slow process that had been interrupted by multiple happenings here, but the point was she was trying. Helena finally had reasons to live, and she was going to keep a firm hold on them.
But even with that, the Seal having taken Myka and Pete back within such a short amount of time had dealt her a blow. Svetlana was helping, and for once she wasn't closing herself off. Did she want to? Yes. It hurt too much, but she knew she couldn't close off. Helena was actually taking Svetlana's advice. She was letting herself grieve for Irene. Regardless of what had happened between them, Irene had meant something to the Victorian woman, and she needed to grieve and let go so she could move on. And at the same time, she was trying to let go of Myka, of what she felt for her because there was more than a real chance she'd never see her again in this world. And Helena couldn't let herself be held back by holding onto a love that would never be in the event someone else came along. Though Helena was extremely pessimistic on that matter for multiple reasons. She wasn't holding onto hope that she would be in this place long enough for her to make such a connection with someone else. No, she was fairly certain the Seal would exert it's rather depraved sense of humor upon her and send her back to her death. And then the future that awaited her after Artie used Magellan's Astrolabe, which she didn't know much of, but she knew it was bad.
After getting Steve and Claudia to watch Emily for a while, Helena had gone out to take a walk. She needed to think, to work through some things. At least things were quiet in the city currently, so she didn't have to live in fear of being assaulted by an army of plastic men or the like anymore. She didn't have to fear a sniper trying to gun her down. But even so, she carried her Tesla with her in the pocket of her jacket, and her Farnsworth was in the other pocket. As she walked, she lost herself in thought, though when she heard someone call out for help, she was pulled out of her thoughts. That voice sounded familiar, and while Helena was hoping that it was actually Myka, she was just chalking it up to wishful thinking and hearing something she wanted to hear. Nevertheless she stopped and moved in the direction the call for help had come from.