"Hermes boy? Yuck, that is humiliating." A little bit of Henry's age shone through with her reaction; at 13, the mask of being cool and mature sometimes still slipped. Deep down, the girl still had some fear of cooties left. While she wasn't too vindictive herself, Henry understood and sympathised with Tempest's reaction to the prank. There was nothing worse than being humiliated, especially in a way like this; behaving uncharacteristically and damaging your dignity and reputation? Henry felt nearly as angry about it as Tempest seemed to. The thing about protective big sister dynamics is they go the opposite way too: already Henry didn't like to think about anyone disrespecting Tempest. This she decided to keep to herself, though.
There was something about the older girl's tone in reference to the other photo that gave Henry pause. As cool and calculated as Tempest seemed, Henry couldn't help but wonder what betrayal this boy had put her through... and what relationship they'd had beforehand. Knowing better than to push it, Henry let the moment of vulnerability go by without comment -- one of the few times she'd held her tongue for someone else's benefit. "Some survival tricks would be nice." Henry slumped dramatically against the wall, as though punctuating the sentence with a sturdy period. "This place seems to be full of complete idiots. I have a bad track record with idiots." She grimaced, a string of memories coming to mind. Many a fight with mortals, a few suspensions, etc. Life was tough for a hot-headed independent, and Henry was sure Tempest would understand that particular struggle.