“Build?” She asked incredulously. “Of course not. Could you see me laying brick and applying mortar. No,” she laughed and shook her head. “That's what inmate labor is for.” Then her mirth changed to something darker and more dangerous. “Build, absolutely not, but help inspire? Whisper words of encouragement? Of that... of course I did.”
Enyo took a drag off her cigarette and flicked off some ash. “Personally I think the 'showers' are... well... lazy. But it does manage to end quite a large number of them at one time. I tend to stick to the firing ranges.” She leaned in a bit, as if letting him in on a big secret, and said, “More blood.” Not that it mattered, regardless mortals were dying en masse and that just tickled at her soul. “I tend to prefer things a bit more bloody... a bit more violent... but I suppose this will have to do.”
She waved her free hand in the air, gesturing the “camp” around them. “Magnificent, isn't it?”
Then suddenly the dark look faded and she smirked at him, shaking her cigarette in his direction. “You should have called ahead, I would have known to put a big bow on Building IV for you. It's finally operational, you know.” Her head turned for a split second to look at the receding line as abducted were shuffled into the building. “Looks like you'll be here to see it being used. How delightful.”
Her smile morphed into a cruel, cold grin. Oh, she was pleased. She hated this Norseman. Hated him far more than she hated anyone in the history of ever. Mostly because he was, by far, the worst god of war she'd ever seen in any pantheon. All about honor and justice and.... What self-respecting war god didn't like war for the sake of war? Other than Athena, and she really didn't count. And even then, Pallas Athena was a force to be reckoned with.