Finally someone who looked like they actually knew what they were doing and quickly began on working on the task of figuring out a way of getting them out of here. Helen watched as Om, what an odd name, ran towards the ledge where he had first arrived stating that there was a pool of water below.<br/><br/>“Are you sure that’s wi-” She was cut off by the sound of a splash. “Never mind.” She said with a sigh.<br/><br/>Well, at least they were being to make some progress on trying to find a way of here. The army officer, whose name she didn’t quite catch, was helping that girl to try and find a way of defusing the bomb that was patiently ticking away to their deaths but Helen felt a bit safer knowing that there was at least someone who appeared to know what they were doing.<br/><br/>However with all of this activity going on around her Helen was starting to feel a bit useless just standing around. Watching the others rush around Helen folded her arms in thought and tapped the quills on her elbows. Oh now there was an idea. Helen had never really tested the strength of her quills but knew that they had the habit of falling out and were very good for stabbing things. Maybe they could be used for climbing out of this hole?<br/><br/>Grabbing one of the longer ones attacked to her arms Helen braced herself, took a deep calming breath, and tugged. With a small hiss of pain Helen quickly regretted that decision but was pleasantly surprised that there was no blood spurting out of her. Double checking that she wasn’t bleeding Helen took hold of the quill in both hands and began testing how much it could and would bend. Overall not too bad, the quill was firm and stiff but Helen doubted its ability to hold the weight of a person. The quill snapped.<br/><br/>“Well that’s not going to work.” She muttered, throwing the broken quill to the ground.