It was here, holding out her arms and moving around without her heels, that Gaz could see how devastatingly short the goddess was. Perhaps an inch over five feet if she squinted, perhaps two, it couldn't have been any more than that. Though she did end up standing on tip toe at a few points so he could get better measurements, much to her direct glares at the measuring tape in his hands. He grunted after he was done writing them down and left, to which Phoebe turned and went back to her pizza—the rest of a second slice. "It must be nice," she said, "having those men available at all hours of the day to do your bidding."