She yawns, standing up and shaking snow off her, her spikes rattling. Ever since Godzilla and Kong freed her from Skar King, she decided to live up on the surface, in the frozen outreaches of the Arctic. She isn't much of a talker, as talking usually meant punishment for her in the past. She's trying to get over what Skar did to her, but it's not so easy. She sighed, breathing out small ice crystals. She, well, doesn't trust that many kaiju. She trusts Kong, but he lives down in the Hollow Earth, same with Mothra. The only other kaiju she really trusts is Godzilla, but he's pretty intense. She perks up, hearing the unusual shifting of ice. Something's coming, and she is already full of anxiety....