Inside the boardroom, the mood and temperature are a lot less frostier or heated than I'd expect. Almost as if these omnipotent gods predicted that a mere mortal would slip past the velvet rope.
"Okay, let's have it," I say to the potential firing squad.
Daji agrees. "Fuxi? Athena? Odin?"
Fuxi flaps his wings. "Why am I always the token contrarian?"
"If the squeaky shoe fits," Daji replies.
"Well, it doesn't in this case," Fuxi rumbles. "After Tina, and after this one," he barely acknowledges Lamashtu, "I've stopped being shocked. Besides ... there is no way that she could set foot on the premises without some connection to the divine."
Odin adds, "I'm not sure what she is. Who she is connected to."
"She's Mexican, so maybe La Llorona," Loki quips.
"PLEASE. She's not La Llorona," Jocelyn scoffs.
Lamashtu agrees. "La Llorona has never been known to use such methods. She's a one-woman walking advertisement for grief counseling."
