"Song, when this is over..." Aya said, her voice low as she ignored Maleficent's personally-directed barbs, "...I am going to beat you over the head with the Dresden Files."

One of her thumbs was hung in the beltloops of her jeans. "Your taunting doesn't scare me here, lady, I'll have you know. You do us a disservice in underestimating us."