Not meaning immediate harm didn't mean he hadn't already done enough, and it did fuck Andy right off that she found herself easily providing, "I don't know," when that wasn't any of the Archivist's business. "I know I'm called Andromache of Scythia. Maybe Andronika the Scythian, depending on the translation. But you can call me 'Andy'." Despite this, she still couldn't bring herself to clock Jon again, only able to move back if she was going anywhere and rolling up to her feet, both fists still clenched and dragging this flimsy excuse for Hades' rejection up with her. "You'll get over it," she said, in case he was under the impression she had missed that trick.