Helen was nearing the sidewalk towards the street when she heard Eric call to her. She didn't remember him saying that, she couldn't remember much after being slapped silly a couple of times. She had her over night bag over her shoulder while her free hand brushed fingers over her split lip, it hurt like hell. She wasn't sure if it was the best idea in the world to stay with Eric but currently she had nowhere else to go. She watched him for a moment as he parked the bike and dug into one of his bags.<br/><br/>She couldn't go to her father's, she didn't want to make him worry or much less give him a heartattack by the way she looked currently. Finally deciding for the better she lowered her hand to grip the strap of her bag while she walked to the room Eric was staying in. Standing outside the doorway she peered inside, everything seemed to be near and clean, everything was in place. Walking in now she set her bag down by his on the floor, turning around she clised the door and locked it to keep the monsters away.<br/><br/>Leaning against the door she felt out if place nervous even, her gaze watched him while he got beers and ice from the mini. It seemed akward to her while she leaned against the door keeping her hands trapped behind her back.<br/><br/>"Are you sure you will be fine in the chair? You look three times the size of that chair."<br/><br/>She attempted to joke lightly to ease her own tension before finally moving away from the door. She tried to make as little sound as possible to sit on the edge of the bed. Those green eyes still watched him while he moved around the room, she was looking at the tattoos on his arms but she was more curious about the ink on his neck something strange to get tattooed.<br/><br/>"Is there a meaning for the tattoo in your neck?"