Bramblepoint You can tremble, you can fear it

She was alone, now, what would she do? Let the opportunity slip? Hydra had been practicing, and would practice even more—she would utilize her time well. But her sisters would surely know she was in trouble, they would feel it. They would likely come. Even without them she had faith in herself. Independently Hydra had dispatched wolves of multiple statures, with varying levels of desperation. 

His next inquiry shocked her. With no reason to be dishonest, Hydra responded, yeah, I know her, with a nod. How do you know her? She asked then, no hint of suspicion in her voice. Hydra did not know Liffey's whole backstory, after all. Just that she had come from the Vale. There was part of Hydra that hoped Gannet was Liffey's abandoned paramour, but she doubted it—the girl was so bland and boring, utterly vanilla.