Steve was lucky in one aspect, and that was that Glory had the attention span of a gnat. Now she was distracted by her own plight. She was just so upset that she was stuck here and there really wasn’t anyone who seemed to understand her. Erin seemed to a little, and if the werewolf was here right now, Glory might legitimately feel a little better, but right now she was so pissed off that she could see straight.
She had gotten distracted by the fact that she was seeing his face start to knit itself back together. He really WAS just like the Slayer, both in attitude and healing ability. “I didn’t realize that they made male Slayers,” she said, more musing to herself than talking to him. Her head cocked to one side as she studied him for a moment. “I really thought that they were only females, but you have the same attitude as one, so I guess that it makes sense. Go figure.”
She did watch fairly calmly as he pushed himself up off the ground and give his little speech. “People keep saying that I’m underestimating them and this world, but, you see, I really don’t think I AM. Your country fell apart as soon as something really bad happened to it. Your people are scattered. Really, what do I have to fear from ANY of you?” If she realized that Loki had given a similar speech once, she might vomit.
She looked down in some confusion as the bullets more or less bounced off her skin. Sure, they went through the flimsy fabric of her dress, but it was already ruined, so it didn’t really matter. If he had aimed for her shoes, though, she would have gotten angry again, but he hadn’t, so she didn’t.
“That’s it? THAT’S what you punctuate your little speech with?” She actually started giggling. “Guess you do at least HAVE a weapon, even if it was kind of puny.”