[i]Kinda unfair to just, y'know, summon me to some weird place and then tell me to 'do this or I'll leave you in the gutter'... Not that I'd expect someone to baby me or anything, but still...[/i]

The avarice demon-who-was-actually-a-mortal-human-stuck-in-her-game-avatar listened to Gram speak and then, at some point, raised an eyebrow. Though not at what the draconic woman had said, but rather more due to the sudden appearance of... Well, some kind of Termintaor-like info pop-ups that suddenly started appearing next to the two other individuals in the carriage. It was... Bizarre, to say the leeast, to suddenly have text just randomly float next to someone you were looking at... But, more than anything...

[i]What's with this text? Is it supposed to be some kind of objective, universal information about them? Or is my subconscious doing this? Wait... That elf's been staring at my-- uh... Mammonie's tits this entire time!? Like, I get that the're [b]amazing[/b], but c'mon dude! Show some self-restraint. That derscription for the monochromatic lady isn't very... Uhm... useful, either... I kinda already gathered that on my own, thank you very much Inner HUD.[/i]

The answer that she'd been summoned without any items was a rather big downer though. She wasn't exactly sure what this lady opposite her, sipping tea, was expecting her to do if she didn't have her gear. Not like someone who specialized in shooting stuff from afar was just gonna run up to a [b][i]God[/i][/b] and sock it in the nose and win... Her earlier search of herself had also revealed that she, in fact, had neither pockets nor secret compartments on her... Which made total sense, given her [s]lack of[/s] clothing and attire. Still, there were perhaps more pressing things to ask.

[color=gold]"Alright. So, I'm here because you need someone to fight a bad God, I get that. However, I don't know how much you actually [i]know[/i] about me, but let's just say that if you think I'm going to be able to punch, kick and bite this bad God into submission, then I think you'd have better luck asking Benny here to fight instead."[/color] Mammonie stated, one eye closed and the other looking at Vani, arms folded under her [s]redonulous[/s] chest. [color=gold]"But I'm sure you've prepared something for me to use in order to fight, yes? Such as a God-Slaying Weapon or Anti-Divinity Trinket? *Sigh* Ah, if only I still had Chromecalibur or Star-Ender on me... Or that ridiculous railgun I got from the Christmas Event..."[/color] She asked, then went off on a slight tangent and monologue with herself, before returning to reality. Well, [i]this[/i] reality. [color=gold]"Oh, and Barney, my face is up here, ya perv."[/color] She added, with a coy smirk and pointing with one index-finger up at her [s]unfairly[/s] pretty face.