Any suggestion that the masked woman could speak was quickly dismissed. Below the mask, only whimpers and sniffles could be heard — difficult to suppress when Binary couldn't take her mask off.
At least not here. Not in public.
"I---I need... I need, uh. Your help."
As her emotions roiled within her fractured frame, logic and reason prevailed. Her body operated on autopilot, inserting the key into the lock while her trembling fingers struggled to stay still. After a few moments of fumbling, she turned to gesture for the other woman to follow inside. When Helena didn't move quickly enough according to Binary, she guided her by the small of her back.
Binary didn't have time to avoid making this awkward. She couldn't fully process the whirlwind of emotions crashing inside her—joy, sadness, euphoria, and a mental breakdown all at once.
Crap, uh, Okay --- I need to talk to you. And we can't do it out there. There are people listening. Watching."
Resembling a frantic, scared child, Binary paced around the VIP room. She made sure the space was completely void of any other person before she returned to the waitress, who looked confused and perhaps even scared at being pulled aside so suddenly.
Then, the locks were checked. Binary didn't even have a reason for checking those -- she knew it was irrational. But seeing her old nurse here had thrown her into turmoil, turning everything on it's head.
Shit.
She really should explain herself. No, she has to explain herself -- otherwise the waitress would be bound to alert security sooner or later.
"I -- I know who you are."
Yeah, not off to a g r e a t start there.
"Y-Your name is Helena. You work at Gotham General, in the SICU. You work for this like -- Surgeon. Dr. Elliot or --- Something. You like horror movies— your ex gave you your scars. You---"
If she wasn't freaking out before, she certainly was now.
"You...You cared for me. In there. I was your...patient."
Carefully, her fingers latched onto the buckle at the back of the straps, keeping her mask in place. Undoing it, the mask slid off her face --- her face finally becoming exposed to the world outside.
Binary's own face carried little resemblance to her past self as well. Her makeup was heavy, piercings decorating her nose and ears -- the set of heavy dark locks framing her pale skin. But the only thing that remained the same was her gaze -- as it once more yearned for a place to belong.
To be remembered.
"It's---It's me. It's...Bianca." .<
