Helen watched as the amaranth person - or was it Sorrow, now? - gave a grandiose speech about the immense caliber of the apparently legendary heroes who were to be their respective mentors. For a moment, Helen felt a slight twinge of apprehension, beginning to feel a slight burgeoning of respect for the man who seemed on familiar terms with these divine lord knight people things. This respect was quickly put aside when he ended his grand warning with "toodles". So, not even his manner of dress, but his farewells were woefully unfashionable. Helen sighed and shook her head in disdain, before perking up.
"Well, nothing to do, but to do it, right?" She twirled around in slight circles, her shawl-turned-dress billowing around her, giggling, speaking mainly to herself, not paying much - if any - attention to the people who surrounded her, not even registering their faces as she twirled circles in caprice.
"Well then!" She brought her spinning to an abrupt halt, then launched herself at the cerulean door. She threw it open in one motion, then turned around and gave a broad grin at her perspective teammates, before taking a few steps back for a running start, then leaping through the doorway.