[ ... Yeah, okay, as angry at Helena as she is, she can't condone this, and she knows Croix will sit here and fight for her honor all day, so she's going to finally snap out of it, get up from her podium and race over to Croix, grabbing her across the waist. It hurts her bad arm, but dammit, she's got to do something. ]

Croix, now's not the time--I'm angry too, but I can defend myself... please, don't yell at her.

[ Come on. Back to your podium. Or over to hers. Or something. ]

We won't get anywhere like this. We're all upset and angry.