Wouldn't that be lovely? If you could make everyone happy at once? It would probably make the world a whole lot better if a place. People would be far more prone ti get along. People would be able to see the grey, not just the black and white. But that was impossible. You couldn't make everyone happy when people had such a concrete definition of what was right and wrong. She shrugged, sceptical at his hope. She would love that but James had such strong opinions and it wasn't like the magical ones of the bunch could change their nature. It seemed a recipe for failure with her toting dangerously on a thin line in the middle.

She perked back up as Mr. Adlard started to talk about his sisters. She could tell he was fond of them by the tone of his face and the look in his eyes. Good. There were enough broken families Annabeth was glad he wasn't one of them. "If that is the case, I'm sure they are lovely. I've been told I am," she retorted lightly, not meaning anything negative just trying to make him laugh. He'd put on such serious airs with the past conversation and she no longer wanted to dwell on her siblings.

Upon his instruction she started to turn her head to see where he reference instinctively, catching the action halfway through. Looking directly at him was sure to scare him off again if it was - every spy book said that. Covering the motion, she pulled Percy towards a table as if she was inspecting a bracelet the booth sold that put the supposed suspect in better eyeline.

"I think so," she started slowly, "He is wearing a hat now so I cannot see his face but his hight and build match, and his outfit looks right. The colors and cut."

... What is he holding?"