Abigale watched him for a moment, his eyes wandering up her form. All she could do was roll her eyes and think that he might be a son of Aphrodite. But on further inspection, she decided that he was good looking, but not<em>that</em>good looking. She also didn't feel the need to swoon in front of him, something she'd learned to control whenever one of<em>those</em>boys came around. All she felt like doing right now was punching him in the face. Definitely not a son of the love goddess. It was actually quite difficult to place him on appearances alone. For a moment she thought he might even be one of her brothers. He'd been in the Hermes' Cabin and he did have the same blond hair that she'd seen on her father, but he didn't seem to have that the elfish features they were known for. No, placing him on appearances would be very difficult. Which was rare. You could usually tell where someone belonged.<br/><br/>Placing her hands on her hips, she gave him a rather annoyed look, "Well, Vincent, I doubt you gave him the slip and he was probably not a cop. It's more likely that he was a Satyr and caught your sent. You should be thanking him for bringing you here. If he snapped you up, then it means there was probably a monster near by and he saved your life. And I do think you're lost, cause if you're not, then you're insane for going near the forest so late in the day. No one goes in there after sunset, unless you have a death wish."<br/><br/>She walked closer to him and held her hand out, "Abigale Norwick, Daughter of Hermes and Leader of Cabin Eleven. So, you gonna come back to the cabin or am I going to have to drag you back? Don't think I can't or won't," he seemed fairly fit and that did make her a little nervous about being able to run him down if he did decide to take off for the forest. She was the daughter of the God of Sports, yet she never felt quite sure of her abilities.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Sarah kept herself from laughing when he called himself<em>War Leader</em>. He was cocky and stuck up, at least that was her first impression. What really got her was what he'd called her, "Doll face? Doll? Face?" she put her hands on her hips, much like he did, though she didn't connect the two actions with them being siblings, "No, I don't<em>need</em>anything. I just thought you'd like to know that if you're going to call out for the children of<em>our</em>father, then you might want to call for his daughters too."<br/><br/>Surely she couldn't be the only daughter of Ares here. She hadn't looked around much yet, but there had to be others. There was no way she was spending the whole summer in a cabin filled with guys like this one. That might appeal to her if they weren't her brothers, but since they were, that made the idea sour in her mind, "And if you're going to take the title of War Leader, then you might want to actually<em>lead</em>us. Not just give us an order and then go sit all comfy on your bed. A leader leads, not sit back and watch as others do all the work. You could actually make an effort to find the people new to the camp and help them. You don't really expect me to just know where everything is and what to do, do you?"<br/><br/>Maybe she was being a little snappy, but she couldn't help it. She'd always been short with people.