"Fair enough on both points, I suppose. But then the wine, remains mine." She took another sip, listening now for the goblins. If they were actually coming up from behind they were about to get a nasty surprise. "Do you know, one world that I was previously on, I perfected a few interesting tricks," as she spoke the ground around her formed a circular ditch, like a dry mote, rock spikes along the bottom. If she had timed it right, the attack from behind had turned into a number of impaled or simply trapped goblins. Unconcerned she turned to see if she had gotten them all. The ditch itself was a good fourteen feet wide all around. The smile she gave when she saw no more goblins approaching was not kind. She lifted her glass, as if taunting the remaining troops as the ground closed over the ones trapped in the pit. "Disappointing. The spiders screamed more."

She wasn't actually sadistic, but she learned to play that role to dissuade others from becoming too close. She had almost forgotten a few times, in the past several years, why it was a bad idea to let anyone at all close. She had been reminded, every time. And should any of those reminders show up, well she would be perfectly fine with punching Rose Tyler or Chat Noir in the mouth if it came to that.

"Now that you see that the ones you are favoring will not win, you are free to leave."