She throws one arm up in a shrug. "I'm just saying." But then she makes a face to match. "I'd say we could pretend otherwise, but something tells me not even you could get away with that." Because ha ha ha Annabeth certainly couldn't. She's pretty sure she has a permanent high spot on Hera's shitlist.

At the warning, though, she does take a few steps back, a little more than a foot but definitely not twelve. She's seen him throw a spear before; she has a general sense of where it might end up should he throw it, though not exact because the shape and weight of the trident is different. And she can tell as easily as the difference between Doric and Ionic (well it's easy for her) that Percy's not feeling confident about this. "It doesn't have to be perfect, remember. You're just seeing what you can do right now, how it feels."