There was silence for a long moment. It was true silence up this high in this well-sealed building, and Cin didn't experience much silence: her home was always loud with others and street noise, and when she was at work it was the deafening hum of fifty washers and dryers.
"So," she said, her voice tight but filled with derision. "You're a god. There's no Archer, there's just Apollo. That right?"