[ He moves towards her and she immediately starts backing away, awkwardly along the side of the building since he'd caught her with her back up against the wall. Stupid. She should know better. Eliot had taught her better. ]

I don't need help.

[ She speaks too fast, too abruptly, eyes darting from side to side in search of an escape route. Which she should have scoped out before getting distracted by the bulletin board. This whole place has her off her guard. ]

Why would I need help? I don't need any help. I'm completely help...less.

[ No. ]

Helpful. Full of help. For myself.

I don't need yours.