Moonspear for my Mjölnir

Galaxy had given Hydra enough warning to remove her face from the area, though it was too late for Galaxy's weak bladder. Hydra had never experienced that, her brows lifting. How long you been holdin' that in? She wondered—peeing oneself was not something Hydra knew was possible, having had no accidents in her life (Hydra had forgotten, and so discounted, her newborn days).