Her brow shot up at the intrusion the new guy was oblivious to and she eyed him in return, only in a different manner. She was sizing him up with his proposal to wrestle; and he looked good. Firm and like he could hold himself in battle. However, at the same time there was something that urged ‘not a fighter’ and that their definitions of wrestling may have not entirely added up to the same activity. Strengthening that belief was the wink and ever increasing smirk on his face. “They call me Trinity,” she said coolly. “And what do they call you?” she inquired in turn, adopting the male’s lingo.
However, her head spun to Zeus’ daughter darting across camp like a mad woman as the weather took a nasty turn. The wind caused her hair to whip forward and she stumbled into the guys. “Sorry,” she muttered. Such a gust was not taken kindly to and if she could beat up Mother Nature, she would. She spun and raced into the hall but it didn’t take long for her to feel like an equal idiot again as the tempest had stopped as soon as it had come. Trinity sighed out rolling her eyes. Not at the reunion in the distance with Zeus’ children but at this damn random place. Nothing was impossible. Nonetheless she was happy to perch on a seat in the hall and just…relax for a second which seemed like the hardest thing to do in this Camp.
Proving her right again was Ajax and his sister re-entering the hall where he collapsed. Trinity jumped to her feet but proved useless. There was nothing she could do at this time but look on in horror and hope for Ajax. She wasn't particularly close to him but he was a well known character on camp and a respectable figure as far as she knew.