"Well, I'm pretty sure one of Zeus's kids came back," she said, "unsubtle as usual. We'll have to look into our equipment options though, skeleton horses and thunder chariots sound like fun, but it seems slightly un-sporting."<br/><br/>She walked a bit closer to shore, standing up a bit more, and looking up and down the shore, before sliding back to sit closer to Nigel, still mostly in the water. She'd never been one for bathing suits, and his suggestion only made her laugh. Of course she wouldn't be showing off to the sons of Aphrodite, or Apollo, maybe the daughters, but if she was seen, well, she really couldn't have cared less, she found the charms of the more sexually minded demi-gods endearing, when they were intentional, though she'd never been genuinely tricked by them.<br/><br/>"If they see me, they see me," she said, "besides, what would be the point in swimming with underwear on? I'd just have to take them off when I got out."<br/><br/>That much was true, if only because she couldn't stand the strangeness of being dry, even in part, underwater. Besides, she wasn't ruling out the possiblity that someone at the camp be her type, and she knew there was a pretty good chance that, if they wanted to watch her swimming, she was theirs too.