As Philotes started talking, and talking, and talking, Styx turned her head slowly to give her sister a look that would have frozen lesser goddesses in their tracks and stopped the barrage of words coming out of her mouth. But Lottie was different. She spent ages conditioning herself against the icy glares from her siblings and just continued on with being her normal talkative, bubbly self. Even if it was grossly inappropriate for the situation. There was a distinct side effect to having siblings who were Hate, Doom, Lamentation, Death and so forth... it desensitized Affection.
So, since the glare didn't work, Styx raised her hands. One draped across Philotes' shoulder and tugged her in close to Hate, the other firmly covered the mouth of her sister to hopefully silence her for a second. Though it was possible that Lottie would continue to talk, even with the hand firmly in place.
Shrugging with one shoulder at Erebos, she started her own greeting, “Father,” she nodded to Darkness, “Mother,” then a nod to Nyx. It was then that she really got a look at their guest for the evening. She was... well, she definitely was not Greek, that was for sure. Because had this guest been Greek, given her appearance, not only would Styx have gone out of her way to know who this was, she would have probably been related to her in some way.
This guest looked awesome! Given that she was Hate, and given what a lot of her siblings did, Styx had a certain affection for the macabre and there was something very macabre about the appearance of the yet to be named guest.
Smiling lightly, she nodded to the guest. “Nevermind Lottie. Words just erupt out of her like an active volcano. If she doesn't talk, she'll explode.” That was delivered with a small squeeze to let her sister know she was just teasing. Though, for all that Lottie's mouth had been moving, Styx was impressed that Affection did not just run up and attack the new goddess with the hug to end all hugs. “And call her Lottie. She likes it.”
Confident that perhaps Philotes got the hint enough for her to remove her hand, Hate let go of her sister and extended a hand forward in greeting. If her parents decided this goddess of undetermined name and origin was alright, then she was probably alright and it was the proper thing to do to introduce herself properly. “Styx,” she said as she extended the hand, paying no mind to the girl's physical condition.