"Absolutely, but I hope I dinnae look like their mothers either, any of them." Though she'd yelled at other students, too. Rosh shot a fierce, black-eyed glare at those children.

"Did ye hear him, ya lot of boobies? Starin' gape-mouthed at somethin' that could kill ye, or worse?"

"It's not a dragon," one of the assorted ragamuffins yelled back at the woman, and she crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot in irritation, before shouting at them.

"OH AYE!" she shrieked. "An' yet ye'd be just as dead if he were! Or worse! An entire lot of morons, ye are! Praise Mother Mary this is a school an' ye might learn something!"

Clapping a hand to her face, she turned back to the god. "At least I dye my hair, an' no one can tell when I get grays. Lord knows that'll do it."