Helly's really starting to panic now, and she's beginning to realise that there's nothing worse than panicking while unable to move. She can't cover her eyes with her hands, or pull at her hair, or reach to grab something to defend herself. All she can do is sit where she is like an inanimate object, waiting to be jabbed.

"Well, I studied fucking law for four years, and I know this is illegal!" She's lying, plainly, the panic on her face a clear enough signal of that, never mind the way it strangles her voice.