Helga stood there, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on the man who was laughing like a lunatic. What the hell? He was just laughing at how cringe the name was was he not? But she noticed something in the laugh that made her understand a bit more.
It wasn't just a chuckle; it was the kind of laughter that echoed with a strange mix of amusement and despair. He was not laughing at the joke itself but at the distance between him and the man he had just fought. Thinking this far, Helga felt a bit better. But she was still annoyed.
Helga tilted her head slightly, her frown deepening as Midas wiped tears from his eyes, his laughter trailing off into a deep sigh. "What's so funny?" she asked, her voice sharp, but still laced with real curiosity that was unmistakable.