As much as Helena was hurting, she also knew Steve was. He and Claudia were close, she had picked up on that quickly. While it was undoubtedly hard for him to take Myka and Pete having been sent back, then a different Myka being brought back, Claudia was probably the one that hurt him the most. She sympathized with that. Warehouse agents always became a strange, makeshift sort of family, though Helena had taken a while to feel like Myka, Pete, Claudia and Steve were her family. But when she finally had found her place among them, which admittedly hadn't been until she was in this world, she hung onto them. Myka was the one who had known her better than anyone else, the one she loved. Pete was like a brother, sometimes a lot like her own brother, Charles, that it was strange to her. Claudia was like a daughter to her. And Steve, she had yet to figure that part out. They were still largely getting to know one another.
"Tea has a way of making things better," she responded gently. Taking her own cup, she settled into a chair, taking a sip from it. Tea didn't always fix things, but it did have a way of calming someone, allowing them to think. Tea did make one slow down and take a breath. Steve understood that tea wasn't to be rushed, it was to be enjoyed.
At his question, she looked at him, then glanced out towards the hallway momentarily, mostly to ensure Myka wasn't within sight, then she turned her gaze back to Steve. "Horridly." It was honest and she was at her wit's end with all of this. There was a part of her that did wish the Seal would send her back home just so she could be dead for a little while. Of course, being dead wouldn't exactly be better with her soul in Hell, she'd only suffer more, but that she would at least know what was coming. Here, she never knew what was going to happen next, and she didn't like it. "How about yourself?" She turned the question back to him, opening up a dialogue for them both.