Chloe stood up and out of the water when Clint approached, walking over to him, and looking him over like something she was checking for damage, after it had been lent to someone else. She was a bit more partial to the children of Hades, and Clint, than the children of Zeus, if only because she'd been learning about their parents before she'd known she had a god for a father, and Zeus never seemed to come off that well to her, his children almost less so.<br/><br/>"Clint, back at camp," she said, "shame, I rather liked imagining you out killing things, preferably large, unwieldy monsters, preferably those with multiple eyes."<br/><br/>She had enjoyed that indeed, if only because she liked the visualization in general, no matter who she could imagine doing it, of course, it helped when the person in question was actually probably out doing just that.