She had a fierce focus. Nothing changed. Not when Kray's hands went to her shoulders, not when he pressed his forehead to hers, not through what he said there. Because they knew each other. They would not judge. He just needed to move and let her cut a bitch, like she needed to. Bast had wounded him. Bast needed to be put in her place. The Egyptian had started this whole mess by essentially insisting she was a chicken, a coward, for things she never understood... now she would have to eat her fucking words.
Quit literally.
Ninkasi didn't even falter when he kissed beside her ear. But she was not prepared at all for his last words and even as he left her side to try to shuttle mortals out, she stood there a moment, just blinking. Was that something she actually heard, or only in head because she wanted to hear it for so long so badly?
Her anger had been winding down, slowly, bit by bit... that was until she was hit quite directly with a pitcher of beer and since she hadn't been focused at all on Bast, had no idea what had happened to get it tossed in her direction other than it came from the direction of Bast and Dio.
And Dio wouldn't throw beer at her. In fact, he was now biting Bast. Fuck that bitch. There was a rapid escalation in what had settled, and there was a low rumbling and moaning sounding in all the pipes and taps as they bore the brunt of her energy swells. “Lose something,” she asked with a snarl, picked up the pitcher that had hit her... now wet with the beer and swung it at Bast.
“Throw a pitcher at me? You really are a fucking child.”