The hubbub is starting to grind Helly's gears a little. Of course all the sirens and warnings are unsettling, but there comes a point where screaming and crying has got to get old. At some point you have to just stop making noise, even just for the sake of sanity. Helly's actively looking for someone who isn't contributing to the generally awful atmosphere in this bunker, and when she spots someone looking remarkably chill about the whole thing, she sidles over to him posthaste.

"Not your first rodeo, or are you just the unflappable type?"