When he told her to move to the bed, she did as she was told. She sat down on it, not entirely certain what to expect. However, she was fairly certain her doom was coming for her in the near future. She wasn't certain how powerful the explosives were, but the sheer amount he was putting down made her thing if they all went off, they would certainly perish.

Hearing that Phoebe was the murderer, she did remember meeting her before. Though at his further revelation, Helena's eyes went wide. "But...how is that possible?" She asked, having so many questions about things, but this wasn't exactly the time to ask. "So you truly are Dorian Carver, not Alexander Smith." It was a statement. "I saw the clippings that fell out while you were gathering your things. I also looked in your trunk and found the picture of Dorian Carver." She admitted to it. Surprising for she wouldn't have in this instance. She knew it was an invasion of his privacy, and she'd had no right to poking around in his things. "I should not have looked through your things, for which I am truly sorry."

Given it seemed death was imminent, she felt she might as well die with a clear conscience in that matter. Perhaps she should also confess how she felt about him, but she stopped short of that. Besides, the fact she'd come searching for him said much towards that end.