“You would,” Gilda muttered with a roll of her eyes. She watched as the other female suddenly guffawed, earning an irritated glare from the angered Gimli before she stormed away from this ‘Marco’ (or was it Aragorn, son of Arathorn? She decided to stick with the shorter version. The way these humans were named confused her).  Her facial features looked quite… mashed, for the lack of better term. 