The woman he's addressing is taller than he is. She also has copper horns and a tail with the tip on fire. She looks at him with something like pitying amusement. "I was going to look under the hood and make sure everything was in working order," she drawls, folding her arms over her chest and giving him a curious but not particularly impressed look-over. "But not if you're going to order me around like I'm some kind of minion."

A slight pause, and then, "Why are you wearing that thing on your face?"