The grace period that Dimitri had gotten to evaluate the entire situation hadn't made things any more clear for him. Whenever Nereus forced him into these situations, his sleeping arrangements generally weren't comfortable or sentimental. If anything, it possibly made things worse. Involving loved ones into anything Scion-related was "a bigger no-no than having two wives in the same house," according to Nereus. There was the possibility that Alannah, or Asya, could get hurt. Then, the possibility that the Ocean's Eleven would propose conflicting solutions to Nereus's. His father hadn't came to see him since the night at the coffee shop. It was concerning, in the sense that Dimitri had no guidelines about what to do with everything new coming to light. He knew the right thing to do morally would likely align with the Ocean's Eleven, but his hands would be tied to do something else. They always were.<br/><br/>It was organizations like this that got creative, Dimitri could tell, making use of such a camouflaged location. You never knew when higher powers were operating right under you, or in this case, above you. Dimitri kept his expression in check, making sure not to look innocent nor vicious. The demigod was born with virtually no guile, and even now could only lie in times of emergency. He shook her hand, using firmness in his own gesture. He noticed how firm hers was, fierce even, though retaining all the formalities of a handshake. He hadn't met her specifically before, but he could tell that she wasn't someone to underestimate.<br/><br/>He'd almost felt challenged by her, maybe even threatened in a way. Her organization certainly had influence, especially for a place that had to be kept a secret.<span style="color: #0080BF">"Dimitri Midnight. I helped get Asya into Boston. I'm sorry I didn't take'er to one've your people directly. The Frogmen I was with seemed willin' to cooperate with the situation."</span>He replied. No matter how careful he was, he did know Lola constantly made difficult choices to meet the needs of supernatural society but also consider the troubled individual. It was selfless. And, she got to work with Alannah.<span style="font-style: italic">That ain't jealousy, is it?"</span><br/><br/>Dimitri's eyes narrowed when he read the headline on the television. He was regretful to know so many people were now looking into this. It would make everything so much more complicated. Some supernaturals didn't even care who they had to kill to remain safe. The headline scrolled, expressing that there was some sort of chemical spill in the ocean, it couldn't be confirmed if oil was involved or not. Dimitri didn't know how much the Ocean's Eleven knew about the situation, and he wasn't supposed to be sharing that he knew there was something down there. But he wasn't sure if that would turn into a two way street.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080BF">"There was ichor, in the ocean. Somethin' serious has gotta be goin' on down there. Help me help you."</span>Dimitri, in truth, had a million things he wished to ask, that didn't even relate to the current events. He wanted to ask more about Asya, he'd hoped she was settling in well, and he wanted to ask more about Lola, but the stress of the situation was enormous to Dimitri. He could hardly stand to think about anything else.