It's not helpful. Not at all helpful. Then the shift dies down suddenly, and the figure reaches up its one good hand to remove the helmet and Patch starts running forward, trying to reach out to stop them. "No! Don't!" She doesn't make it, and her horror takes on a whole new dimension.

"Oh holy shit." There might be the beginning of another expletive in there, but it's bitten off in a little whimper. This is bad. It's so, so bad. How is he still alive, let alone upright? She can't leave him here. She can't. She also can't quite move. Her voice is incredibly quiet when she starts speaking again, shaking and broken. "Hail Mary, full of grace. Our Lord is with thee." One inhale turns to two, then three, then something a little like a panic attack. "Oh, god..."