Makaria was terrible with most accents, it wasn't that she didn't try to learn them it was just that she was used to sounding like herself. Some other Gods and Goddesses liked to blend in but it was pretty unlikely that Makaria would willingly go into a crowd of people and try to be the life of the party. Mortals could just tell. She had an 'aura'. She was a Goddess of Death and that made just about every one she encountered uneasy.
This strange blonde man was just at home in this storm. In a way Makaria was. She couldn't die, at least without some concentrated effort, from it. And even if she did, then Thanatos would just take her back home and she'd start all over again.
Concept was only slightly annoying.
Makaria shook her head. "It's not very safe in a field, you should be under a tree." This time Makaria totally forgot about the accent. "Or in a house. Or something like that. Not in the open. If Lightning stuck you, sir.." Makaria was caught off guard when he simply asked her what she was called.