Bast looked up from her conversation with Tezcatlipoca at her uncle, eyes flaring in annoyance.
"Set, do you have anything constructive to say? Antagonizing him isn't going to help. So sorry if this meeting isn't up to your high standards, but some of us actually care about organization before we go in half-cocked."
Realizing that she was ranting, she sat back down with a small gesture at Queztalcoatl. "Sorry about that."