It's a fairly easy landing - a lot smoother than the sort Annabeth's had to make over the course of her life from time to time. Blackjack swoops down behind her, hooves clacking on the roof.

"Well she does have a damn good nose," she says lightly. Blackjack nudges her, and she pats his head. "Same to you though. If you need anything..."

Her voice sort of trails off, though she hopes the implication is there. She's not all that great about this whole thing.