Circe looked over at the remains of the bridge at the mention of screaming. She supposed it was worse for Antonin who could hear the thoughts of the dying even if they couldn't say it out loud. Honestly, she heard some yelling and crying but most of it was drowned out by the sound of the sirens. She wasn't very attuned to listening out for cries of help. It wasn't in her nature. It never really had been. "Hmm," she smiled a little at the thought of Antonin raising an army of the undead to help the humans out. Or put them out of their misery. "I think that would be amusing to see. How well can you deal with a full-on batallion of them?" Circe was being facetious, of course, but she was also a little curious about the extent of Antonin's powers. She'd honestly never showed too much interest in the past.
He knew all about her abilities and she knew about his...somewhat. He could raise the dead, that much she knew. She also knew not to break that connection without his permission otherwise it gave him a splitting headache. That had been her fault the first time. But she didn't know if he was any good at bringing more than one to life. She didn't think she'd ever seen him do it. In fact, she hadn't really seen him raise anything for a while. She trusted he went ahead and did it anyway...otherwise, he wouldn't be standing here with her and she'd be so pissed off. Circe watched as the shoe tumbled off down the street. "All hands on deck. I'm here in case another stupid...lamia" - she whispered the word - "decided to get themselves in trouble. I can't help what's already been done with the boy" - Zach Temple - "but it wouldn't do if they found another one."
Circe'd lived in hiding all her life. After all, her last little display of her special abilities had landed her in the little mess she was still in now. "Oh, and he came by." Perhaps not the best way to begin that conversation but Circe really didn't know how else.