She stops and listens to everything. Her temple throbs as she hears what they say about her. She grabs some pocky and sticks it in her mouth. She then walks off. She could care less if the girl was the daughter of the goddess of love. "More like the goddess of fakeness." she said as she pulled her hair out of her face. She smiled as she was now alone. She pulled on her jacket and smiled as she headed to a secret hot spring under the temple. She know she could have some time to herself there.