She put the bat behind her shoulders and twisted her body, just wasting time. "Well good, then we're getting somewhere..." she puffed away on her cigarillo, looking for anything interesting in the store. Most people didn't react this way to her, so she wasn't sure how to react back. Maybe unwind, let off some steam and start smashing some shit. It'd been a while since she'd gotten to bury her bat into much of anything, it'd probably do her well to-<br/><br/>She turned quickly twords the sound, maybe even as quick as Tyler, but all she could do is extend her bat outwards twords the new figure. "Oh shit, look at this."<br/><br/>Helena lowered her bat and walked right up to the new arrival rather confidently. She studied him up close, looking for weapons without touching.<em>Glasses</em>she thought<em>Must be smart</em>. She gnawed on her cigarillo. "Hnnn... let's get aqainted, I'm Strelok." She pointed the bat to the man hunched behind the counter. "He's Tyler, I guess, but he don't talk much. But I do, so I hope you're in a talkin' mood." She walked around him, studying him like a predatory animal, bouncing her bat off the tip of her boots with each step, making a<em>tok</em>-ing sound as she went. "You got a name, pal?"