Still staring at the large black blob in the middle, the Pundambayan woman just sort of frowned behind her mask. There was no reply, and she started to feel a bit flush. Perhaps the blob in the middle was not quite sentient, and she was just standing there speaking to herself. If she weren't wearing a full helmet her foes would have seen her face turn bright red with embarrassment. Stepping away from the blob a few feet and raising her arms upwards, she popped her joints and began some stretches. If she were going to be fighting these three she may as well avoid getting a cramp, at least she wouldn't be in pain after this. 

[i]It's not like any of them look like any sort of threat.[/i] She mused the thought in her head, looking from one to another of the foes surrounding the central mass of black. We have a girly-girl who looks to be some sort of air-head. Flustered already and she's only spoken to one of the opponents. We've got a tall drink of water, literally a drink of water. [i]What?[/i] Not bothering to press the subject of what in the world was animating a humanoid form of water, she looked to the last opponent. 

A tall man who would be considered a pretty-boy back on Pundambaya. 

Twisting the knob on the right of her helmet, a slight static crackling emerged from the mouthplate of her helmet. She spat words in the language of her three opponents while staring at Tordor. Words carrying a particularly spiteful bite towards the tall and thin man. [color=f7941d]"I hate pretty-boys."[/color]