"Obviously," the girl said of the boy's more than apparent desire to be alone. After all, he'd gone weeks without talking to her, and had only done so because he'd needed a bit of help. Knowing that he was pretty much a lost cause she'd almost left him be on the mountain. But his state of sadness and disappointment upon his failed trip to Hephaestus had made the girl want to help him reach his goal, regardless of his lack of desire to have her help. "Also ouch, that's unreasonably harsh considering," she teased though the statement was rather serious. "Don't worry, you'll be back to your hermit-ness soon enough, and ya' won't have to put up with me anymore," she stated rather simply.
She then went on to watch as he tried out and thought out different possible methods to remove the horns from this Minotaur with no obvious answers to how it could be done. To be honest she didn't have an immediate answer for it either, she'd figured it would be easiest to try and remove the head of it but that was simply her hunting experience speaking. There was the rather simple fact that they couldn't just keep a rotting beast head in a small row boat for an extended period of time. She spoke aloud about the beast since points of their actual work were easily discussed. "So, any ideas to remove the horns, 'cause I figure it'd be pretty easy to take its head off, but that doesn't do much about the everything else..." she said, there was probably something which could be done but the way this beast had been exposed to weathering made it a bit more like freezer burned meat than a flesh and blood creature.