<div align="center"><em>Vanessa talks shop with her dad</em></div><hr/><br/>As Vanessa managed to fumble effectively with her camera's lens, her father, Hephaestus, approached them.  Without the sudden awe-inspiring eruption from a pit of flames, little about the man betrayed his divine nature with the exception of his height and an intangible air of competence about him.  As she saw him now, he seemed exactly the man Vanessa mother had described.  Dressed in his functional coveralls, the stout form wasted none of its constant, careful motion.  He moved like a great, purposeful beast, like an elephant Vanessa had seen in a circus giving children rides in slow, measured circles.  Like her mom had said, he wasn't a good looking man at all.  The night Vanessa had finally gained the courage to ask about what her father looked like, Pilar had curtly said of her fateful lover, "Your papa<em>no era un hombre hermoso,</em>but there are more important things than that."<br/><br/>Pilar had been at her wits end when she became entangled in the affairs of the god.  Her subcontractor that handled her kitchen work had quit after a client was too demanding and elaborate in the designs he wanted.  The contract was too profitable to pass, so Pilar was determined to do the job herself.  After months trying and failing to construct and install to the client's desires, she took a break to calm her frustrations.  Standing outside in the darkness of the construction site, she stood in the sandy dirt smoking a cigarette when the large, lame man approached.  Pilar gave her daughter no further details on their relationship, but Vanessa always sensed an unspoken longing and guilt in her mother.  Perhaps that was when she thought of him.<br/><br/>Vanessa put her full attention on her father though her hands continued their work doing their best to reconstruct the damaged lens.  The cracked plastic required glue, but the components snapped gently back in place as she listened.  Hearing him condone Abigale's rebelliousness, Vanessa gave the older girl a scandalized grin which she retained until the other two demi-gods had been dismissed.  Once alone, Vanessa realized she'd changed, having expected their journey to take much longer.  But as her mom had said, "there are more important things than that."<br/><br/>When she saw the control panel, her hand brushed over the knobby surface with a cautious affection.  Her eyes scanned the screens.  "I don't know, sir," she answered weakly.  "I saw a show where they made a trap for lions at night to take pictures of them when a motion sensor went off.  But they take all these pictures of all these others animals instead.  So I thought..."  She shrugged, pulling out the small, metallic box with an amber circle on one side.  "I make a sensor that only detect god-things, like the demi-gods and monsters and things.  And if I attach it to camera, it going to only take pictures when those things are there."