The horse whickers and side-steps nervously when he touches it, but War's hand on his neck gentles him down.

"Easy, boy,", she tells him, in Ancient Greek of all languages. When her steed is a horse, it's the best language to use. He is the hippos purros after all. Otherwise, she tends to swear at him in whatever language is current wherever she is, cars, bikes and planes wouldn't understand Ancient Greek.

She smiles at James, the sort of smile that says 'I know what you're thinking'.