[Suzerain of Sheol]

It's at that point that she hears the staticy, offensive statement in a voice that's vaguely familiar. Scanning the street through bleary eyes, Tsaerri finds her target and begins stomping over to the round, metallic aggressor. She lets her gun go so she can clench her fists. "Say it again! Come on!" Coming up on the golem, she shoves it with both hands -- moving it not an inch. "I'll fight you right now, fricking golem thinks he can talk to me like that! I don't care. I don't even care! Let's go!" She's hopping in place with her fists raised ridiculously against the mechanical construct.