The Tangle I could be the bullets of a Gatling gun

The woman was older than her. Not quite in the same realm as the crones of the cliffs, but indeed a mature figure compared to how Indra saw herself; she was immediately intimidated.

There came an opportunity to lie and Indra opened her mouth to say something sharp-witted, except she couldn't think of anything that quickly, and besides the water was so loud that she couldn't focus enough to begin with.

Y-yeah, she managed amid the din, and as she cleared her throat she called out with a forceful depth, I'm not from here, or anywhere! That admission alone was rather satisfying, and somewhat bordered the truth.