Truth be told, Adrien was getting bored. He needed something to do, at least keep his hands busy. He checked his pockets and came up empty handed, a rarity for him, and was forced to simply tap his fingers against his thigh to the beat of some song.<br/><br/>When the doors opened and another young man walked in Adrien didn't have long before Hermes began talking about Persephone, and the Guid of the Dead. It had been a while since he had studied mythology but he did remember some of the stories, like how Persephone was the wife of Hades...which would make this guy the son of the god of the Underworld...that is if all this was real and not some elaborate trick. Pulled from his musings, Adrien heard the newcomer hit the floor and his training began to kick in. Following the woman who seemed to have the same idea as him, Adrien knelt next to the man, instinctively checking vitals while sending a quick glare to the woman for moving him without first checking he hadn't hit his head or anything.<br/><br/>He remained where he was, looking over his shoulder as the doors of the church opened once more and two more men walked in. One looked familiar but Adrien couldn't put his finger on a name. Shrugging it off, Adrien carefully stood where he could keep an eye on the downed man while still being able to see the others. Something was really weird about this. After all, random strangers didn't usually just meet up in a church with a flying man.<br/><br/>As if on cue, the flying man's voice boomed through the church announcing that they were all in grave danger. At first it was kind of funny how the woman from before kept jabbing at this Hermes guy, but the outburst from said god had the mood changing pretty fast.<br/><br/>As Hermes basically introduced everyone, Adrien couldn't help but grin. He listened to the outbursts of Skye, a small chuckle following before he plunged into student mode.<br/><br/>"You know, physical strength isn't the only sign of fitness. Bacteria, parasites, viruses, fungi," He listed these off on his fingers. "Even the strongest can succumb to these. Immune strength on the other hand..." He didn't finish, feeling that if he didn't stop someone was going to hit him...it had happened before. He was a nursing student, this sort of thing came naturally, not to mention that he was apparently the son of the god of healing himself.