"Weeks ago? It happened, like, an hour ago!" Rolling her eyes, she covered the sword wound in her side again, restraining the wince that wanted to accompany the motion. She was not going to let that blustering ego-machine know that it hurt her. Pram would rather eat her shoes than show that weakness. "I know even you can tell time, Zetta."

She shot him an extremely flat look, very unamused by the redhead's ignorance-- even if it was expected --when he asked if she was from the past.

"The past? Tch, what kind of stupid question is that? Of course I'm not from the past!" It would explain why Zetta was acting like the whole thing with Seedle had happened weeks ago, but then again, the fact that Zetta was about as smart as a tub of cottage cheese could explain it, too. Didn't change the fact that, at the moment, it was a rather stupid question to the Oracle.

"And what do you mean, Alex kicked Seedle's ass!? Damnit! I was supposed to kill that idiot!" At least he hadn't killed him. Pram could still do that. Still, being practically saved by Zetta's brat of a rival didn't exactly make her feel any better about the whole situation. "Where is Thunderbutt, anyway? I've got a few choice words for him."