Talion pulled the hood of the robe he wore a little further forward when Pearl stepped out of the cerulean tower.  It probably wouldn't be good if she recognized him.  He glanced over to the others and murmured, "She's a God-Blood who likes slapping people around.  Has a temper and thinks her shit doesn't stink."<br/><br/>Her attitude hadn't seemed to have improved any either.  She was reciting a litany by memory that she didn't care about and her tone made her words insulting.  It seemed she would need another lesson.  Maybe not today.  But soon.  She was also completely right.  Once they were under the sea, they would be at the mercy of the god.  If he revoked his protection or just kicked them out Gods knew how deep under the sea...<br/><br/>Best to think positively and not dwell on that much.<br/><br/>"We will mind our place and speak when it is our turn," he said, pitching his voice a bit higher in the hopes of keeping himself still unidentified to Pearl.  She hadn't really looked at any of them, clearly dismissing them as unimportant and beneath her notice or time.  That was good.  And he meant what he said.  It was just that they would likely have different notions of their place and turn that the arrogant God-Blood.