Helena didn't mind the stare or the brusque response, she'd dealt with far worse in her time. Not to mention that little fact she'd been lying dead on a slab and startled the woman when she'd woken up. Though the tidbit about the wall earned a quirk of her eyebrow before she turned her attention to the room at large. She was curious how she'd come back to life when there seemed to be a distinct lack of any equipment that could bring someone back from the dead.

"Sadistic and perverted indeed," she commented, picking up a scalpel that had seemingly been abandoned and studied it. She was looking for rust evidence on it, giving her any potential clue to how long it may have been here and gone untouched. She set it down after a moment and inspected the other instruments.

"Agreed, a bit of fire and brimstone would be a pleasure." Helena was cold, and she wasn't certain if it was simply from the cold of the place in general or the fact that she'd been dead. She glanced at the other woman momentarily. "Seems as though we both have had experience with the Reaper." Helena had fallen towards the Reaper's grip far too many times to count in her life, but she'd always been pulled out of his grasp at the last moment.

Apparently the Reaper did not want her yet.