Far from one easily intimidated, Khepri stoically watched the posturing of the other person, noting the distinctly inhuman movements though she was hardly an expert on the movement patterns of most creatures. It was fascinating to her regardless. Her hood had remained closed, showing that she had not approached with intimidation as her intent. Of course, few calmly reacted to the presence of a snake and fewer still to a cobra, so she kept her own posturing as relaxed and noninvasive as she could manage.
"Once, it was believed you could divine the truth from them," she said as she plucked what looked like lung tissue from the edge of the water. "Hapi protected this, and those who were lost to drowning. Though I don't suppose this one drowned." There was a faux coyness to her voice as she looked over to the gentleman, the faintest hint of a smile on her dark lips. Lips that were made darker with the smear of blood that lingered after she swallowed the clunk of meat whole. "Lung cancer," she mumbled as a shiver ran up her spine.
Turning to get a better look at the men, Khepri studied him for a few moments and though he seemed familiar in the way everything in the circus seemed to be, she wasn't able to supply a name to the face. Bowing her head slightly, she dropped her gaze in respect as well. "Khepri," she began, introducing herself. "I suppose I should thank you properly for your generosity, though my name and a favor is all I can offer in exchange." She was much too far from Egypt to pluck a forgotten treasure to offer as a reward, but in two thousand years Khepri had learned the promise of a favor had always been worth more.