"Nah, you're fine." Erin takes a deep breath and finds a spot on the wall to lean against, cradling her coffee close to herself. She still tends to hold drinks like she's trying to warm herself up.

Helena's clearly distressed in some way; the flavor of the Glamour is complex but doesn't point to anything good. So Erin continues, in a gentle voice. "Ask what you'd like to ask. If I can't give you answers, I can tell you who can at least. What's the shape of what you feel you're missing?"