The Possessive type

Just like every human on the planet, the Nephilim too took the time to watch the press conference. It was a good opportunity to get an insight into how their allies intended to deal with their civilians, but the longer it went on the more bored the Nephilim queen became.

"Humans, they really are something, aren't they?" Thor asked.

"Your majesty?"

Mimir had already taken notice of the crimson queen's bad mood. She was sitting on one of the hotel's exquisite chairs, her legs crossed as she leaned her head against her right hand. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary; she looked exactly the way she would while sitting on her throne. Still, the frown on her face said otherwise.

"Though they understand their position, they still act with impunity. It's as if all the suffering they underwent did little to bend their spirit. 

Thor heaved a sigh and went silent.