Benthesikyme had the idiot mortal's ribs clamped between her thighs, and was wailing on him, mostly because she could. She picked up on the other presence behind her, but it wasn't really high on her list of priorities at the moment. She needed to teach this idiot a lesson, that just because she was a tiny little thing, didn't mean he could just throw her around.
She only stopped because her hand was starting to hurt, and she was getting bored. She stood up and wiped the blood off on her jeans, finally noticing Briareos behind her. "Hey," she said, nodding at him. She hit up the bartender for a bottle of whiskey, throwing most of the rest of her money on the bar.