Circe was pissed as she threw a melty hammer into the Thorns around her Hollow. "Fanculo!"

Circe wasn't thrilled with this. The bug bits hadn't been as useful as she'd expected. She needed more time to Hedgespin up bullets, and the first tries? The hammer had been needed to get them to stop moving! This was a poor thought out choice.

She walks over to her work bench, grumbling as a greasy hand is run down her face. Resting her hand on something on the work bench, "Oh," that'd be the skin suit for the monkey girl. That'd make it a monkey suit? Because she was a monkey getting a suit? Wait? What?

"Che cazzo di tempo è?" Circe checked her watch? Oh that was bad. She'd pulled an all nighter. That'd kill her chances to get much prepared if she was joining on putting down Meg and Ann. Circe sighs, "Make the coffee fer the morning, too late, afternoon. Triple brew, really really strong."

If she bothered to take the time, Circe could probably Hedgespun armor and arms of great renown, artifacts to improve her skills and protection. Instead? Instead she'd made a coffee maker that brews coffee multiple times to make it really strong. But she had her priorities, for coffee could help her rule the world.