"Yeah, I'm Greek. Antigone." She said her name begrudgingly, her Ares grudge finding its way into her speech, her posture. She tried not to aim it at Bia, though, grateful for the woman's angry companionship. "Bia, no wonder you're so buff." She pushed up her sleeve, to show her own arm, her muscles undefined, though not for want of trying. "A playwright described me as skinny and sallow in the mid 20th century and this is the strongest I've been since."