The Heartwood heart to heart

She who was indeed not Hydra prowled closer, beckoning him in with a charming smile as if to proclaim her good intentions. That was good enough for him. Besides, he believed the time for hostility between the Cerberus and himself was behind them, a conclusive end to a rather silly and overly-exhaustive quarrel that ended in them finding a common enemy. "No, unless you beat me to it." He chides without hostility and only slight suspicion, matching her pacing until he comes to a stop just a foot away from her approaching form. Her name lingers at the back of his mind, recalling that they mostly rhymed with Hydra. Lyra, was it? Perhaps not. He figures it may become slightly insulting if he continued to call her by the wrong name, and instead goes by the best bet and voices his curiosity. "Which one are you then?" Vaati's eyes narrow a fraction, unsure if she would lie as he would have done.