The truth was, she wasn't used to people being nice to her, not when they knew who she was. Oh, her family of course. They were wonderful and her reason for living. And sometimes random strangers were nice to her too. But not people like Hermes. Not gods. They had no reason to bother, and in her experience gods liked messing with mortals a lot more than they liked being nice to them. She didn't know what she was supposed to do now.