[Ariadne shook her head a little. Since she was neither Human nor from Earth--nor had she ever shared intimate relations with anyone--she was decidedly not Jane Foster.

She did wonder a little at that smile. Then again, she'd seen enough brothers to know...well. That was a unique relationship.

Clasping her hands behind her back; a gesture made to make herself seem unintimidating, especially after using her talons, she tilted her head to one side. Birdlike and thoughtful.]

No Grandmaster that I'm aware of. Just the deity of this place who sometimes calls herself Thirteen. She seems...kind enough.

For a god, of course.