Helena's body did the gesture well enough for them to understand. The gesture was convincing enough reason to pass, that it was just because Helena wasn't well.
But it was a gesture the real Helena would never do.
So, Chronos did not buy a single bit of it. The corners of his smile hadn't moved, but the smile itself had cooled a full ten degrees.
His gaze swept the room once, twice.
Five piles, perfect for the five people who could possibly take turns fighting the zergs outside.
And Helena, who was soaking hard in sweat and pale in complexion.
Helena, who was clearly looking sick right now, took out the heavy equipment from the heavy storage and piled them up quickly in batches.
You're telling him that Helena did all of it alone, and wearing a full battle suit?
That's absurd.
"Helena," He said lightly, trying to sound as concerned as possible.
