[ To be fair, the name is very Greek. A bastardization of the name she was given in a language that nobody speaks anymore — and one she's kept after all these centuries. The truest name she has left. But she's no divine being, not even if the legends do speak of her, and she has no power she commands — not unless that flat stare and perpetual wryness count for anything.

She glances down at the paper in her hand one more time before passing it over. Her own little slip immediately gets torn into tiny, tiny pieces. ]

Don't get your panties in a fucking twist — I'm human. [ She brushes her hands off, letting the little scraps flutter away. ] And either way, you'd be really disappointed if you tried to kill me.