The tone of familiarity does a lot to clue her in on the mysterious Gamma's identity. That, and that bastard grin. Her body language relaxes and she lowers her wings, but there's still a sour look on her face. Her yellow pig-like snout is all scrunched up with irritation.

"First off: Hardly. I feel like I've been repeatedly run over by a stampede of angry Agates. And what's with that disguise? Why are you walking around looking like one of... them?" she complains, that last word said with extra disgust.