Helen went to the kitchen at least once or twice a day, whether it was to drop something off or to get a bite of something to eat for herself so when she saw Samantha there with what appeared to be the better part of a jury-rigged chemical apparatus set up, her interest was piqued. She had played with her own attempts at distilling, mostly medication, but she had no idea what Samantha was up to at the moment.

"This looks like it might be promising," Helen said brightly, waving a hand toward the glassware. "Though I don't know what it's promising, exactly."