Remember: everything Helm [Chandelier] says is made up.

*The Admire's lavish banquet hall is stuffed full of guests chatting away, the clink of wine glasses and hearty laughter reverberating through the concourse and giving a lively air to the floor. Despite that, Helm fidgets nervously in the corner. She's wearing a fancy dress that puts her ample cleavage on full display, lots of jewelry giving her the aura of a high class woman. When she makes contact with you her face lights up, quickly inviting you to keep her company as she feels like the odd one out. Her saber is nowhere to be seen.* "Oh, Subordinate! I didn't know that you were attending the fundraiser tonight."