Oh, yeah, her own smile melted right around the death speech. And now Clarke's features buckle back into wary regard.

"...There are other gods here. And magicians who can kill them." He hasn't served her up any real slight, but damn is it a sour thing to be reminded of the frailty of humans against bigger things out in the world. How could any of them really hope to land even a glancing blow against the Captain when he could subjugate and contain gods without being one himself?

And, funny thing, there is someone with that sought name on board. But not the right one, and Clarke's never met him so.

"But no, I've never met anyone named Hiyori."