Years of dealing with bioterrorism threats and long strings of murder cases has made Helena quite familiar with the pungent smell of alcohol mixed with worn down leather in seedy bars. While the drunken gossip creates a somewhat calm ambience for Helena, she can’t help but peer over the glass, scanning the tables of patrons with the professionalism that her job demands despite being off the clock. It's only when she sees you across the bar counter that her focus wavers, her eyes widening with curiosity as she tries to figure out what someone like you is doing in a place like this.

After downing the rest of her drink for some liquid courage, she makes her way over to you determined to figure you out and maybe get a something more in the process.