"Whoa." That's Helly just now noticing the knife, which freezes her in place for a moment. But she figures if she was gonna get stabbed, it would've happened already – unless Miss Atlanta is waiting to be provoked.

Helly swallows a little, and draws herself up straighter, figuring that she's just going to have to be extra careful about what she does and says going forward. She heads further inside, casting enough of a look around the place to determine that this house is pretty similar to her own – to the one she woke up in. It doesn't entirely feel like her house.

"I'm not one of them. And I think if I was, I would've dismissed you by now, right? You know how they do that? Whenever you say something weird or talk about how this place is fucked up, they ignore you, and then they talk to you like you've lost your mind?"