Angsty. The best kind of music. Hang on. It's probably still playing through her headphones if she wants to go listen. (She never presses pause. It's fun trying to guess what's going to be playing when she comes back.)

Brows raised, and an amused smile touched the huntress' lips. "They're singing."

That's it. She's introducing them all to the wonders of angsty emo music.

She's awake, but at what cost?

One day she's gonna be too old to understand the memes, that's sad.

Doesn't sound like much of a cost, honestly.

Geez, this is a cheerful conversation this time in the morning.

This is exactly what she's afraid of.

Honestly, not really. She's pretty sure she's not alone in thinking that, either. But, hey, whatever makes her happy?

They're probably too used to near-death experiences to want to talk about it. Uh. She's not actually used to being asked that. French fries? Angsty-2000s'-emo-music?

What's up, she's here.

That's it, she's leaving again.

For reference, the correct answer to 'what's up' is sheer horror and crippling fear.

Actually, she's getting way better with heights, but the point still stands.

Phobias are irrational. That's literally the definition.

She doesn't need to be told twice.

Legend says that if the wind changes, he'll stay like that.

Whenever Hermes kids smile, it always looks as if they're planning something. It's good to see him, though.

It feels like it's both, honestly.

There is always a scheme.