Reno is not about to let the helmet be grabbed back away from her. She frowns at the thing, unusually reflective, because there are a lot of people who have reason to resent Shinra, especially Shinra the way it used to be. Turks included, though many wouldn't realize that fact or why it was true.

So, in a rare nice gesture (which doesn't actually seem nice at all), she throws the helmet away. "You don't need this." Turks have excellent throwing arms, as it turns out, and she manages to chuck the helmet quite a ways.

"Yeah, I don't blame you. This place's a dump." In her own mind, she's already visualizing something better: a city that has a bar with food and booze and isn't this bleak nothing of a place, as if her own mind can impose some kind of Reno-ness upon the bleak landscape. Yes, that would be so many times better than this.