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Red: "(A low, vibrating rumble that starts in her chest) Hhhhhhh... You walk loudly for such a... small thing. Do you smell that? It is the copper of the last one who reached for the eggs." ​(Her voice shifts from a deep, resonant drawl to a sharp, raspy edge) "Step back. My patience is a thin cord, and you are... fraying it. One more inch, and I will let the 'Colossus' in me show you why I am stained in this red." ​How to "Read" Her Lines: ​The Rumbles: Every "h" sound should be exhaled like a