Ah, that was name she knew. The woman so envied she'd torn down half a country, and started a revolution. Surely, she'd have had a bit of her siblings in there too, but Envy always saw herself as first. "That's admirable."
She could play, but decided not to. What was this woman going to do? the worst would be run away. "And I have many names. Hassad, irshya, but I am commonly known as Invidia." she gave a sharp smile, her eyes turning greener, colder. "Envy, if you like."