Her altruism irked him. Twelve thousand years and she waltzed up as though nothing had happened--? But no, perhaps she had no knowledge of what was to come, like Hythlodaeus had not. There was no sign of the divinity she would take unto herself - not that he cared what she was like at this point. He had spent a long time resenting her.

"Don't think for one moment that I am going to thank you for it," he growled as he fired shots over her head at the monster.