Helen's expression rarely changed through his whole story, both brows arched down slightly and mouth half a gapped. What seemed more far fetched then her actually bringing boxes of her memories in to be sold was that she appeared happy about it, in his word 'giddy'. After he mentioned tea time she couldn't help letting out a chuckle, it carried humor but certainly nothing close to giddy. "You must be mistaken, sir, I've never been in this shop and I would never just throw away something like this." She was being forcebly polite, she honestly wanted to call him crazy, perhaps as far as even a liar.<br/><br/>She pulled the hat closer to her now, the thought of other things she held so dear being sold to strangers began turning her stomach and it shown on her face. It wasn't hard to believe someone could have broken into her apartment, maybe even someone who looked like her. She knew it wasn't her, besides her medication never made her giddy, just a little drowsy. "You have records right? Did I have to sign anything? I want proof that I brought these things in or the situation might get a bit complicated," she was straight serious again with what she was implying, though this was a serious matter.