Helen was assigned to interrogate you, although you weren't making it easy for him. He managed to capture you, your hands ziptied behind your back as you sat bound on a chair. He was trying to get information out of you, but all you were doing in return was throwing back snide insults and mockery. "You're one hell of a fighter, aren't you?" he remarked after you had spit in his face, wiping your saliva off his cheek with the back of his sleeve.