Imogen managed to do a bit more of her silent goldfish impression before she was hurrying after Thoth. Or Samuel. Whoever it was she was talking to now. She wasn’t quite sure if it was her own or Seshet’s irritation she was mirroring, but it was one of the few times both women’s emotions seemed to be tying up. Kind of. “I don’t care if she pukes gold! She’s a parasite,” Imogen snapped. “And a bit of a bitch, if I’m honest.” And she didn’t even care if she was being a bit harsh to her little stowaway and Thoth’s wife, it was her body and she was still capable of making her own opinion. Even if was currently an incredibly bias one.
God, if one more person said they were ‘sorry’ without offering any real help as to how to shut Seshet off, she was going to scream.
“You lied to me!” She turned to him furiously as they walked, finding she was having to hurry just to keep up with his strides. “You didn’t even try to explain. I might not have believed it, but you didn’t even try. You just lied and tricked me to going to that museum and…” She shut herself up by slamming her lips together and taking a deep breath. “Just because you wanted your wife here. What about my family? I have a life, and it’s got nothing to do with her or you and your fucked up dynamic!” She had lifted her voice, each syllable raised dramatically as she wheeled to face him.
“Anyway, you’ve been a hell of a lot of help up until now, haven’t you?” She grumbled, crossing her arms over her middle and turning away again. “Yes. Thank God you were there. So come on,” she spun in front of him again, glaring stubbornly up at the God/lawyer. Perhaps it was already Seshet’s pushing, or perhaps she was just really really frustrated but she was feeling a lot more confident than she normally ever did. “Help me. If that was the point, then help.”