That was uncharacteristically cold for the Iron Fist, particularly after a long delayed and unanticipated reunion when the last time they say each other they were climbing out of the unforgiving jaws of hell. It suited Tiger fine anyway, and she lifted her chin and turned profile to him at his backhanded compliment, only arching a brow at that look he cast over her sisters. Now, that was unnecessary.
"To think, I spend almost a year in your city of lights and I don't see you until travel to South America," she mused, ignoring his question and disrespectful implication. It seemed like Iron Fist knew just as much as she did, so he would have to reevaluate whatever he wished to accuse her of and cast an eye on his own actions. They had both seen dark days this year, hadn't they? "It is beautiful here, rich with history and all of the mysteries of the hidden cities that I have been missing. Is that why you came, too, little brother?" She gave the slightest nod towards the temple ahead of them, but then canted her head to the east, still only watching the Iron Fist out of the corner of her eye.