Bast felt rather radically out of place here. Maybe she just hadn't been in town long enough to really get fired up about the Christians and New Gods, or maybe she just hadn't gotten the right kind of pissed-off yet.
Watching Set talk to Quetzalcoatl, she couldn't help but roll her eyes a little. Set would just want to go for the political gods, and that was the last thing any of them, weak as they were, needed to do. Oh, Bast wanted to see Mark go down as much as any of the Egyptians, but not at the expense of their own power.
She was just wondering what the hell this was going to accomplish when a strange but savagely delicious smell made her turn her head. The god seated next to her was chewing on something that was almost certainly not savory, but made her feline stomach clench.
"Hey," she said lowly, her eyes on the meat, "You don't seem as... theatrical as these guys. I'm Bast."