An affirmative sort of grunt, as she reaches for another drink, though she doesn't drink this one. Just swirls it around the glass experimentally, sniffs it, and sets it down before dipping her fingers into it and letting the alcohol drip from her fingers onto her tongue. Her other hand reaches out, and smartly taps on the arm of Cosima's glasses.

"Your eyes are not making good sight," she points out. "Should it be trusted?" Lava or covered in goo probably not the sort of thing that it's possible to get confused about because of glasses, but she thinks she still makes a good point.

With a sniff, Helena rubs her nose, and compliantly tugs the shirt down again - though she's watching Cosima carefully, almost not expecting her to come close after Helena just tapped the side of her head not entirely gently. The skin is inflamed, the wound dark and puffy; it's certainly not healing well, even if Helena's trip through the rift has done enough to make sure she doesn't die from internal injuries. Her body may be a little better at healing than that of other clones, but she's still human.

"I thought we had connection."