The epitome of rude, Set snapped his fingers in the air multiple times until the waitress came over. When she did, he ordered two pitchers of beer, and a glass of Nephthys, slipping her a twenty for her trouble, they came fairly quickly, and it gave him time to waste to think about if he should tell the truth or not. "I've been in America for awhile, I came on the backs of mortals too, between the slaves and the Jews I've been here probably as long as you, but I was kind of looked at as the devil for awhile so I mainly had to hide, slink around and live in the middle of nowhere, hoping to not be fucking found until history uncovered the true myths, the real stories."