Gertrude jumps a bit at the sudden arrival of the rarely-present Sycro. "Jeez! Scare the crap outta' me, why don't'cha?" Then she smiles and wings her current piece of debris at a nearby naga, catching it on the head and knocking it over. "That probably wasn't the real one either, huh?" she says, grinning as she picks up a brick.