Bramblepoint You can tremble, you can fear it

As she moved to depart, his gravelly voice came out. Hydra turned as she heard the rustling that foretold of movement, and when she next saw him he was standing. He had the same stature as all men she seemed to prefer—perhaps it was something in the water, here. But, if she were being honest, Hydra had no real preference at this point in her life—she was simply a bit... boy crazy. They were all so handsome, now... but she desired more than that already. Strength and confidence, to name two things.

Hydra, and yourself? she introduced and inquired before continuing (after leaving room for him to introduce his own self), I was passing through—I thought you might want to not be disturbed, she explained. Seemed she was wrong, or else, he didn't see it as being 'disturbed'. Maybe he wanted the company. He could either deny or confirm the fact, and if he confirmed it, she would be on her way.