Helena just stares at you when you say you don't want the AC in your room. It's completely irrational because it's burning and you're sweating enough to fill a lake, yet you... don't want the AC for reasons you won't explain. Weirdo.

"C'mon, just let me put it in here," she says, pushing the AC towards your window. "We need a window for this thing and your room is the only one that'll work. Do you really want to be suffering?"