Malia's brows furrowed a little before she gave the start of an unsure smile, reaching out to shake the offered hand. "Malia. Tate." The smile warmed then, for if she wanted to extend aid to Helen, she should probably...look like she cared, right? Right.

"Were you looking for anything specific? I know sometimes it gets a little..." she hated having to follow the rules, not talking about the past or essentially shedding doubt on their lives there. Yet she wasn't willing to drag herself or someone else through the mud to get in trouble (she still wasn't sure what would even happen if you broke a rule. But, her aim was to play it smart.) "...twisted around, around here. I could help. Maybe."