"Are you [i]fucking[/i] serious right now?" she does not say.

Except... it's echoing around the room. And with rising bile and horror, she realizes that she's the only other one here. And Mynx is looking at her. And oh fuck, she actually said that out loud, didn't she?

Well, she's dead. Just a matter of waiting until Redana has a large enough jackhammer and a sizable enough group of witnesses. And that's assuming she wants to make it personal, wants to make it last, instead of just, you know, strapping her to an industrial press and hitting the switch. Unless she wants to make it last even longer, and straps her to the prow of the ship just before the jump through the wine-dark depths of Poseidon's realm? Alexa doesn't think Vasilia would allow that, but it's not like there's a real dearth of ships available.

Gods, they're still staring. Alexa grits her teeth. She's dead anyway. Might as well get some things off her chest.

"Look at this! Odoacer and her fleet outside! Jas'o inside, destroying the city!"  Although, come to think of it, the thunder of bolt has long been swallowed in the thunder of the storm... "Zeus, doing her level best to destroy this titan and all within it! Ceronians prowling at any second to swallow us in their net! You have been taught history! The like of tyrants who fiddled while their cities burned were to be models of what not to do! And you, you! You, Mistress, are enjoying a"--quite enjoyable-seeming, admittedly--"bit of the old pinch and--"

Something short-circuits in her mind. "And... And. Mistress, what is Bella doing here? Did you not leave her on Tellus when you kidnapped me?"

Dammit. She'd built up a head of steam, and suddenly it had all vanished away like so much hot air. She shakes her head angrily. "Either way. Bella, it is a pleasure to see you and I am sorry you, too, got caught up in our Mistress's schemes. Mynx. It is. I am. Erm. Mynx. No, Mynx. For now, we must find a way to escape the Armada if any of us wish to survive."