Amazing... wasn't quite the word Styx would use to describe the image that was shown her. The hippopotamus, lion, crocodile... woman... with her large, pendulous breasts as definitely something. Hate didn't think amazing was a word that quite encompassed what that was, though. Fierce and fearless made sense, given everything that image included. Wow.
She was... well, there was only one word that wouldn't sound utterly condescending no matter if it wasn't meant that way and since Styx was protective enough of her own family to not insult someone else's unintentionally if she could avoid it. “Based on appearance alone,” she said, “and the governances you've mentioned, I think she's awesome.” There was no doubt that the old Underworlder meant that in the oldest sense of having inspired awe from something hard to comprehend completely rather than the modern colloquial usage of.
“And you are correct about Philotes. She actually prefers to be called Lottie and will hug anything that will let her and even things that won't she somehow manages to break them of it... eventually.” A small smile formed at the corner of her lips. “One of my brothers showed me one of those little Internet animations of an ostrich chasing a lion with text over it saying Let me love you!!.” She chuckled. “That's essentially Lottie with someone who hates hugs. That graphic.”
Feeling surprisingly conversational with this Egyptian, seemed obvious now given the book and the image of the sister shown, who also enjoyed organization, Styx extended her hand. “I speak from experience since I'm not really fond of them. Styx...” she offered in greeting, not feeling her pantheon of origin was necessary. Nor was it ever necessary for her to say what she did. Thanks to Greek and Roman authors... and Dante Alighieri, everyone knew who she was. Or at least... knew about her river. Some got the order of the damn rivers wrong, but they knew who she was.