"Same." Like, a hard same. If Helga can do anything perfectly in her opinion it's fuck everything up. Therapy helped, sure, and she had changed some but... yeah.

Her expression scrunches up at that. Did he live in the Bermuda Triangle or something? She's still outside the stall herself but she thinks to squat down and peer around the floor for anything.

And as her gaze catches something she recalls the whole cult business he mentioned earlier. It must be real serious then and her stomach squirms a little at the thought.

"Remind me not to come visit." Then, "There's something behind the toilet, on the floor near the base."