Helen is trying not to entertain the idea of seeing the Doctor Watson they both know in here. It would be far too cruel and painful a blow to her after so long. His death was entirely her fault, as were several other events to follow, and she would rather let that remain in her mind.

"Given our history, I should think Scotland Yard will hold our answers," Helen quips.

Given their history, they might meet someone else there, but at this point, she thinks Scotland Yard is their best bet. Good to know they still think very similarly.

With that in mind, she turns back for the exit, keeping her hand exactly where it is on his arm so as to keep up appearances. It would never do to seem improper and considering the time period they are currently walking through a great deal could be considered improper. A part of her misses this time period, but then she steps into a recreation like this and is reminded of why she prefers the future.

The streets of London don't hold many clues, which is equally frustrating, but she keeps her eyes open, knowing Nikola will do the same. "Nothing appears any different from a normal day," she observes. "It's almost perfect. Too perfect. Which means either the event has long since past or it soon will happen."