"I am thrilled we agree on something," she smiled lightly, her uncomfortable - for them - proximity to the Stars heightened her awareness of their discomfort, which only brought a delightedly wicked gleam into her eyes.
"I go to school, on good days. I do many things..." Said dryly, gaze drifting between the two. "I may not be as, well, pure and chaste as some," she paused, as if having forgotten!
"Speaking of which, how is that going for you Maidens, O-Immaculate-Three? I somehow doubt in this amazingly corrupt century you are remaining pure." She asked dismissively, though, more intent on her slow little walk that would, in a moment, brush by the side of Zarja. "I met a Wila the other day... pretty little thing... I think we will be friends, although I can't say the same for you two. You two are less pretty, and, well, I have the impression those you befriend are not of the same ilk as a Wila, or myself, or perhaps you have completely turned your back on all of us?" Anger started to lace her words, although her voice remained as soft and smooth as honey, the same voice that was still, on a good day, capable of lilting a mortal into a midday stupor, or worse.
"Yet, here you are, sure to turn your attention on those of us who are not so..." she looked Zarja up and down, "Holy, the moment I, say, snap the neck of that woman over there," she gestured to a mortal athlete, who, despite the cold, was sweating buckets, and had no indication of stopping in her run.