*Zeta nods back at Horus, and keeps a placid face. Her grip on her spear slightly tightens as he passes, and in response the spear glows slightly brighter.* 
Zeta: We will indeed. 
*Her stomach grumbles again, which dispels any notion of her being badass. Her cheeks also redden again.*
Zeta: Umm... would it be too much to ask to be pointed towards your inn?