The infernal ticking in her head wouldn't cease. Helena well understood what it was to lose her mind, to have all sanity broken. The rhythmic ticking within her head was driving her back to the brink of sanity. Until now, she'd believed her psyche had gotten stronger, that she wouldn't fall into the throes of madness so easily again. But this was proving her wrong. Helena had a constant headache that was serving to annoy her, and feeling her psyche cracking again was making her irritable. Oh she was trying to not lash out at those she ran into, none of them deserved it. But it was getting harder to keep herself in control. Claudia was the only one who understood, and, as it was, someone who could make the ticking subside.

Helena hadn't really slept in a few days, and she looked the part. Insomnia was nothing new to her, she'd had bouts with it over most of her life. As much as she was used to it, she did hate the physical effects it had on her. She was one who always prided herself in how she presented herself, always properly attired with clean clothes, and presenting herself with perfect posture. But currently, her clothes had some wrinkles in them, her hair was slightly mussed, and she was a bit paler than usual. She never wore much in the way of make-up, thus some dark circles under her eyes could be seen.

This current state of hygiene was why she was looking for a bathroom. Helena wanted to freshen up and put herself in a more presentable state of being. Of course, the first two doors she'd tried had not been a bathroom. One was the gym, and the other the library. Coming to another door, Helena paused and looked at it.

"If this is not a bathroom, I bloody swear I will scream," she muttered before she opened a door. At first, she could only blink at the sight that greeted her. It was indeed a bathroom, but it was rather obnoxiously pink. It almost hurt her eyes to look at it. But then she realized someone else was actually in the bathroom.

"Oh, I am dreadfully sorry, I did not mean to intrude." Her smooth English accent wasn't a complete posh accent, but it was seemingly an upper class one. And her diction was rather perfect as well.

Anger, hate and obsession were things Helena knew all too well. All of them had contributed to her losing her mind, for she'd spent a century plotting and spiraling further. When one had nothing to distract them from remembering their daughter's murder, that was enough to push them over the edge. Helena had killed more people than most would think. Some had been innocent people, others were not. Even now, after having found her equilibrium once more, that anger was still part of her. She had to actively fight with herself to not delve into her murderous tendencies when the people she cared about were threatened.

With the ticking in her head, it was far, far harder to keep a grip on herself like she normally did. But upon coming across someone she hadn't met before, she would try her best to be hospitable.

"Ah, that I understand. This place is a bit of a curiosity in that respect." Simply from the way she said the word curiosity there was a different meaning behind it than the traditional one. She'd used the word to refer to Artifacts where she was from. It was a sort of code word so other people not connected to the Warehouse wouldn't know what she was talking about, but also not be immediately tipped off something was afoot. "I had found myself accidentally in this place as well." Helena wasn't certain if this woman was a new arrival or not, but she could offer the understanding of being somewhere unexpected.