Helen's moved on from the deck, and now finds herself trawling the corridors. She's not entirely sure what she's looking for, but she doesn't seem to mind so much. This boat is pretty darn cool and while she hasn't quite realised she can't go home just yet, she's simply having fun exploring.

She's been trying every door she passes - but none of them open for her. Must be all locked. Or something. The doorhandles won't even turn. That's.. weird.

She's busy trying the next door down from Constantine when she hears him leave. Not sure who it is, she snatches her hands away from the handle, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible.

"Umm." she put her hands behind her back. She could have just walked away like no big deal, but she notes the cigarette dangling from her lips and cringes slightly.

"Hey, mister. Those things'll kill you, yanno."

Yes, that would be a sixteen year old angel giving you health warnings.