Percy falls in behind Annabeth easily, keeping his own sword drawn for the light. He's not too sure if the kedan count as mortals in this place or not, but if it comes down to needing a weapon, he's kind of surrounding with ammunition.

Really gross ammunition, but beggars can't be choosers. While 'King of the Sewers' hadn't come up in his little war with Leo, he makes good on the name anyway. There's enough water in the mixture for him to be able to move it out of their way as they walk.

"It's a part of the turtle." He blinks when he says it, not sure where it came from, but knowing he's right. "They didn't like, cut into it or anything."

Percy looks over at Leo, wishing he was Hazel or Frank or Grover for a second and then instantly feeling bad for it. He likes Leo, he's just not used to working with him yet. That'll change. "You okay, man?"