[ She follows easily, keeping the crocodiles within the range of observation at the same time. His question is an interesting one, one she hasn't been asked -- even if she had asked it of herself often through the ages. What is her role in the world? She once thought she knew. ]

I am the daughter of Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons of Themyscira. [ The warmth and wistfulness in her voice is unbidden; she hasn't been home in awhile. She doesn't expect the names to be familiar, but it helps to say it aloud, all the same. ] As for my role in the world of men, that's still a work in progress.

[ Two crocodiles surge out towards them from the side, roused by moving prey, she imagines, and doesn't miss a beat when she takes on the one nearest to her -- she trusts Ravus will make quick work of the other -- sidestepping swiftly and plunging her sword right down into the brain. A sharp twist, and the thing thrashes, going still by degrees. ]

You must have seen more than your fair share of war. [ Empires, after all, were not built on peace. ]