And she sure is still over there. It's more to do with being very focused on what she's etching into the table and the mercy of people in the tavern not having done anything to grab her attention, rather than because of Sarah's instructions. The smiley face she was carving before has evolved into and awkward family of smiley faces, some surrounded by petals. The are messy and childlike renderings, but Helena looks up as Sarah draws closer, as aware of her twin as she would be a brightening light.

She has one of the lambs with her. She does not know how to think of them, any more. A sister, not to be hurt. The same as her, no longer able to believe herself the original. If this lamb is a person, truly, then that means all of them were people that she killed. That is not necessarily so terrible in and of itself, but they were her sisters, Sarah said. Her family. It was more comfortable to believe they were some plague to be wiped out.

For a long moment she is frozen, bent over the table, looking like a feral creature as she looks between Sarah and Cosima, and Cosima's glasses.

"You did not say her eyes were broken." Defective clone? Lesser clone?