Ankyra Sound redemption is a thing with wings

Well la dee frickin' da, went Wylla's poisonous brain as Ocelot listed off her impressive repertoire of skills. Who even was this lady? They were of a similar age, but the only skills Wylla had under her belt were hunting and burning bridges, whereas Ocelot was toting around, what, four or five different legitimate things she was good at? The tiny leader attempted to exchange a glance with her brother that might have communicated something like, sounds like small dick syndrome whatta you think, but it probably fell short 'cause on top of it this lady was tall and attractive and he was probably nursing a boner or something.

"Coooooool," she said, trailing off in a manner that suggested she wasn't impressed, but fell short of hitting the mark. It was clear she was and it was clear she hated that. She had no reason whatsoever to turn this woman away and Ingram wasn't giving her any, so chances are, she wouldn't. But because Wylla could simply never settle for accepting that someone was simply more talented at life and she always needed the last laugh, she fixed Ocelot with a sly gaze and asked, "but are you like... compensating for something?"