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Likely to Ulysses dismay, the act of busting a hole in the door had quickly shifted Delphia's feelings of apathy into one of distaste for the hard surface of his shoulder. Her expression remained as stagnant and unreadable as before, but her more active motions indicated she was less than happy about his actions. That, or she was quickly becoming scared of the metal titan and wished nothing more than to keep away from him and his devastation.

Delphia thusly hopped down from his shoulders and walked a few paces away, without even glancing back or turning to look upon him. To the trained eye, it seemed as though she was more focused on a tiny bug than Ulysses himself; or rather, the hole in the door he had made. Averus' not-so-subtle ploy at trying to discomfort the group altogether went unnoticed by Delphia herself, but at the same time she made no move to let him doing anything anyways.

Unfortunately for the group, Ulysses aura of chaos and mayhem easily raised itself to danger mode, and extended its reaches into the guardians of the city; that of the police. Within minutes, the cries of several sirens sounded off outside, and they were approaching fast. Though the dismay might have reflected on the champions, Delphia, once again, displayed little care in the world, despite the fact that their mission's troubles had just been set in motion.