Hmph.

[she knew plenty of people who thought they might be gods, if that sort of thing is what he's referring to. most of them are now dead or...

??? she's not sure.

she stops from taking another drink, thinking about the bomb that Powder had unleashed. of Caitlyn screaming in her ear in horror as the missile goes towards where her mother was holding a meeting with the rest of the bigwigs on topside--

she grits her teeth and finishes off her other drink, handing it off to some random person who's skipping by. this time, another one doesn't get shoved into her hand, but she does look at him as he shifts out of the way.

she steps closer, but she really doesn't care too much to be out of the way -- just close enough to him that they could talk without her having to raise her voice.]

I dunno, they look like they're more used to parties than stirring things up. Maybe we should be questioning the existence of their gods.

[or maybe she's just looking to beat the shit out of someone, now that she'd remembered her situation at home again.]

Sometimes you get your best info when you add stress to someone.