Canada knew her way around a parade - but usually they came [i]after[/i] she'd defeated the villain rather than immediately prior. And this wasn't really an autographs and encouraging smiles kind of situation. What was she meant to do with her face? What energy should she be giving out? Grim and stoic? Let's try for grim and stoic. She frowned in what she hoped was a way that signaled her disapproval but... like... in a resistancy way. 

"You'll have to forgive me," she said, "but your educational system is far too miserable for you to reasonably expect me to know who the Zhianku is. But you know that already, seeing as how you assume I've got my training from elsewhere..."

The awkwardness of the High God made her feel strangely confident in dropping some smack talk. Sure, he was ten million feet tall and about to kill her but he wasn't crying with laughter and consuming the concept of innocence so she was already way ahead of her expectations right now.