"The gods can take their attitudes and shove them... [grunt.] They want this war won, they can deal with this I say," she muttered, grunting and getting a generally sour look on her face. "They're the ones who kidnapped us and dragged us into a fight none of us had any business getting into. I think they can take one on the chin."

And that little dance was, at the very least, amusing enough to serve as a distraction of sorts.