"One not as dangerous as this one," Helena states, "that much is for sure." She reaches for another bow and lifts it up, testing out its weight in her hand. "Besides, where I come from, one can take down the enemy on one's own. You know, given that they have the right weapons and everything." It also helped that her father knew Gotham City like the back of his own hand. Made all of that planning easier. "What kind of world are you from?"