The more he talks about it the more Helga's expression darkens, her forehead scrunching just a touch in the middle. It's not pity, disbelief or anger but it's something... hard to put one's finger on. It's like anyone with half a heart listening to terrible news.

She's quiet for a moment before she speaks up again in a firm enough voice marked with the typical Pataki conviction behind it (and god, when did she start sounds like Big Bob exactly here).

"That's pretty fucked up."