A little stunned she set her squirming daughter down to let her run to her father. The girl seemed insistent she get attention from everyone. It allowed Sekhmet to cross her arms. "Hethert." Using the old name, to see if it would work. Why she was the voice of reason some days went beyond her.
"What would we do with a hotel?" Because if Hathor owned it, so did she. "And in New York even."