"Didn't your mother ever teach you it was impolite to stare?" Of course, Midna's experiences so far led her to believe that most heroes were unaccustomed to the shape of her cursed form, but... there was hardly anything she could do about that. "And don't even think about starting some kind of fight in here. I assume we're all civilized beings, after all?" the way she asked had just a hint of doubt, a slight edge...

Her hands found their way to her hips as she remained hovering in the air. "You may call me Midna."