#((no she is not wearing a slinky robe she is wearin regular CLOTHES))

[helenahxnts]

@noansweratall

It was the sound that caught Helena’s attention. 

Hard not to, when the area around her room tended to be quiet. Helena had been one of the more recent arrivals, all things considered, and she wasn’t exactly well-liked. Not disliked, per se, but definitely not viewed with much trust or interest. No one had moved into the room across from hers for as long as she’d been in the Mousehole. 

And it was Sinatra. A thousand bright-gilded memories all wrapped up in one man’s voice. 

Helena set her laptop aside and got off her bed, heading to the door. The sound was louder there. She closed her eyes for a moment, just basking, before straightening up and stepping out into the hallway. Her knuckles rapped against the door across from hers; she waited a beat before she let herself in, leaning in the doorway. 

—Oh. Helena blinked when she saw the featureless face turn to stare at her. Blank slate for a face, shirtsleeves, blue fedora and coat hung up on a... taxidermied horned rabbit? Well damn. There was only one person that could be, and it definitely wasn’t anyone she could’ve expected. Helena hadn’t even known that the Question was in Sokovia. Hadn’t even been sure he was still around, really, what with how outspoken he was about... everything. “Didn’t know you were around, Question,” Helena greeted, tilting her head. “But I should’ve guessed.” She huffed a laugh, stepping inside properly. “Sinatra? I’m a big fan. Figured I’d crash the party.”