[That gets a snort. And her tone takes a dip into something more bitter in her retort.] And no matter how many times they need to do it.

[Annabeth shakes her head.] You'd think, right? They can claim interference all they want, but by nature of our existence it's already a lie. [A somewhat extended pause.] We can be, at first. It depends on how quickly camp learns of your existence.

[Despite the content of the conversation, Annabeth can't help grinning a bit.] We can't really use cell phones either. They're like honing devices. Apparently we smell delicious enough to eat; though the more powerful a demigod, the more noticeable our scent, too.