"Oh man, Annabeth, don't say that." Knowing their luck, when they try to break in she'll be waiting for them now.

He moves after her, and jumps at the same time. There's a very brief, very hideous sense of deja vu that has him clenching her hand hard enough to actually hurt, but he realises what he's doing almost immediately and forces himself to relax. His expression is some mix between strained and sheepish; this has not been Percy's night. "Sorry. Come on, let's go. You remember the way, right?" Of course she does.