"Eh, if you're only picking the winning battles, you're not setting your sights high enough." Bia drained the rest of her beer and motioned to the bartender for a refill. She was focussed on the other woman now, though, and her expression had lost its earlier playfulness. She was a grunt, sure, one who hit where the boss told her to hit and didn't much think about the larger whys and wherefores. But at her core, Bia still thought of herself as one of the good guys – an enforcer of Zeus's justice. "So what, is he rich? Or, like..." she gestured vaguely toward the heavens with an index finger, "...one of the big wigs?"