Words are failing Helly. Plopped right in the snow, she stares up at Margaret with a look of almost desperate uncomprehension; she's still grappling to get a hold of herself and her surroundings, since everything had so suddenly and sharply changed, and then back again. "I—" Helly winces, reaches up to rub a hand over her face, and forces herself back to alertness. "Holy shit. Did you—?"