"Hiya back Jimmy," Circe gleefully greeted Quick as he joined the gaggle of gals, plus Kid. She actually threw her free arm over the Winter's shoulder, cozying up to him readily. "You know these ladies Jimmy?"
The cheer faded as he brought up the car. She'd rather not admit to failing, "Uh, not now I ain't Jimmy. Kinda need a garage and tools to do that and I ain't got those no more," Circe shrugged her as she finished answering. Hopefully none of the mortals would ask why she didn't have them anymore. She took a sip of her cola to stall and think of excuses.
Circe gave Kid a joyful smile as he spoke of his and Viola's sibling status, "And you seem to be a poet too," she frowned, "I hate poets," then laughed, "I kid you Kid. Hate is too strong a word. Don't care for it though," she then looked between Viola and Kid, "Well so long as she can kick your ass you're safe enough. Though Viola," she looked to the big sister, "I see nothing wrong with a friendly brawl between sibs, but how regularly do you have to educate him?"