Ophelia didn't have a hard time hurting almost anybody, really. She was a bit more hesitant to hurt women, especially if she knew something about them, but in general...nope. No moral compass going on in here anymore. She was about to comment when he appeared to, well...talk to no one.

She actually turned to peer over her shoulder at the empty air, and then back to him, one eyebrow raised. So, lunatic. Maybe. Or else this place had older spirits than she realized. She knew the Gods of Metal weren't here, but maybe something similar. Although Lion-o hadn't done anything to activate an object. Hmm...

Still, his change actually make her grin, though it was still decidedly smirkish. "Good to know. You're more likely to survive the day that way, at least. And they won't be nice to you." From the distant mob someone hurled another bottle that shattered on the street nearby, and her eyes narrowed in irritation.

"Don't you love when someone makes your point for you?"