Yeah, no, she had a point. What was Andromeda thinking? Her brow furrowed and her lips pressed in a tight line as she took in the sight of her, looking her up and down. Not a lot of bare skin, just her face and her hands. More important,
what the hell was up with that furby? She didn't like the way it looked at her. What the ******** breath, Andromeda. You've got this.
She stood up straight and came out from behind the bush, her hands on her hips and her chin raised slightly as she pretended to just be looking at this woman for the first time. "
And who are you, exactly? Other than a horse jockey that wanted to cosplay as Henry the eight?"
Yeah, that's right. Though she was somewhat genuine at least in the 'who are you' department. She didn't resemble Hestia at all. No wings, no fluffy skirt, no hole into the void in her forehead.
She really needed to sit down with someone and get a more comprehensive crash course on their enemies.