As the man so calmly gave his introduction Helena allowed herself to relax a little. The major’s servant, yes – that made sense. She remembered now that she’d seen this Cooper before, downstairs in the kitchen, chatting with the other servants. That did not seem like the action of a burglar, serial killer or part-time furry monster.<br/><br/>"Helena Whitlock," she said. "Miss Whitlock will do, I think," after all they were hardly on a first-name basis. Though she had to admit her memory was a bit hazy on etiquette in emergency situations. "I'm governess to the Winterstone children." As she said that last she stepped back a little and reached down to grab the children’s hands, wanting to keep them close. The children obviously felt much the same and were clinging to her skirts, while also calling for their mother.<br/><br/>The woman stepped towards the banister once more and looked down on the floor below. The mistress' room was there, and she was almost certain that was where the scream had come from before. Now she could see the door had been blown clear off it's hinges and her hands tensed around the children's.<br/><br/>"You wouldn't happen to know what's going on...?" She asked a bit shakily, looking back 'round at Cooper.<br/><br/>It was only then she noticed he was injured, something obviously the matter with his hand.<br/><br/>"You're hurt."