Well. That was just grand. Not having any idea where this place was didn't give her any measure of comfort. Nor did the fact the message on the tablet at her feet kept flashing at her to leave. Instead of descending into a panic, Helena drew in a slow breath, brushed a hand through her hair and tried to think this through rationally. Because logic would save her, it typically always did.

More or less.

"So we are stuck here, wherever here is," she stated as she swung her legs off of the body slab she was on. Which was incredibly creepy. Helena was well aware that she'd died where she was from, but due to time travel, that had been erased and she'd gone on living. So she was certain whatever had happened here was not a result of something that had happened where she was from. Or so she hoped. "If you need proof that I'm real, you can take my pulse." She offered a wrist in the other woman's direction, though made no move to invade her personal space. She'd let her decide if she wanted to take the offer or not.

"They could be both. Still I do not like the thought of someone watching over us in that way." It reminded her of the Regents a bit too much. There was a reason she'd retired from working at the Warehouse, and she bloody well did not want anyone watching her every move like that.