"Helly." It's not the first time she's said it since she got here, but something about this situation makes her feel a little irritated by the sound of it, almost childish in its inflection. But she's not a Helena, couldn't possibly be, doesn't want to be. So Helly it is.
She heads into the kitchen, peering around again, but the layout is just as similar to the one she's used to that she figures there's nothing much worth looking at, and she doesn't actually want to snoop.
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She heads into the kitchen, peering around again, but the layout is just as similar to the one she's used to that she figures there's nothing much worth looking at, and she doesn't actually want to snoop.
"You?"