The dead three... would definitely get a reaction out of her. Mortals claiming the power and influence of a bored god, only to be slain by another asshole with delusions of grandeur and trying to claw their way back into power was just ... the kind of fucked up that some madman with a bad latex suit would try that would get him punched by Tyr. Literally. If there was one thing worse than squabbling petty assholes for gods, it was mortals trying to become would-be demigods. Dickheads, the lot of them.

"I guess that's just kind of how it is when there's anything you'd call a pantheon. Always bickering and in-fighting, but they close ranks when they have to. Usually." She snorted and chuckled. "Yeah, I'm... I'm good with a new friend. Truth? I'm ok at socializing, but I'm just so used to people keeping a distance I don't do it often. You seem a decent one, though."