(After Perseus returns their eye to them)
Graeae1: Go Stranger! Go to the Nymph's! Take every weapon, make yourself invisible it will not help you! My sister will freeze the breathe in your throat!
(Calling outward to the Sea)
Graeae: (echoing) He's coming Sister! He's Coming!!!
(Across the sea on her Island, Medusa turns to Euryale and Stethno)
Medusa: He is coming my sisters, I can smell him on the breeze. (hisses) He is coming to me!