It's too late to be doing swimming proper, but no one can fault her for dipping her feet in. Even if the water smells a bit too chemical for her tastes, it's still water, and she supposes that with a source now, it might be worth going back to swimming again like she used to do for fun on hot days.

She can hear the snoring when she passes by, but she figures that whoever's resting out here needs it, or likes the fresh air. It won't stop Helena from finding what feels like the proper spot - from sitting down, and yielding shoes to the joy of simply touching water.

And then, the delight of finding that somewhere on the wall, there's a place where the water pushes out, a jet of steady pressure. Not harmful, but intriguing, and enough to make her laugh - a bright and easy thing, and a bit loud compared to the silence, but honest in how it slips from her.