She stumbled, gasping as she nearly fell and then freezing entirely at the feel of that darkness creeping up her spine. Lifting a shaking hand to brush her bangs from her eyes, Meg desperately tried to gather composure. "...please. I'm not in the business of making friends, Hades. Never was. But...convenient meat shields? Sure." She smirked at the god, forcing herself to walk towards him, hips swaying.

"Men are all the same. A little wiggle, a little 'oh you're so strong' and they'll do anything for you." She flipped her ponytail back as she passed him, looking out over the ghastly scene in front of them. "All muscle, no brains. Perfect for a little extra protection, wouldn't you say?"