"I would say you need an infinite amount of patience and the ability to communicate."

Helen puts her hand on his wrist to help settle him as well as keep it from moving more. There's a pause as she keeps her eyes on the door. Finally, she sighs and pulls over the paper towels. She sets it under his hand before moving the candle over.

"Unless my eyes are playing tricks on me? There seems to be shadows moving every now and again." She gently moves his fingers, checking to see where the glass may have shattered. "You have some rather large pieces and some smaller ones... well, you certainly were thorough. Now, do you mind telling me why you're incredibly brilliant idea was to punch the mirror?"