(How are your head? Lol really? I'm sorry, but I just find that hilarious.)

Press sighed. Sometimes people were so difficult to deal with. It was definitely much simpler to deal with machines. Nevertheless, he took note of them, as some might be potential allies and/or enemies in the upcoming capture-the-flag game. Also, it was time he took inventory of his weapons and tools. He would definitely need them if he wanted to win. He went inside the Hephaestus cabin, nodding to his half-siblings, and went to the place where his bed had retracted into the ground. He called out a series of numbers and letters, and his bed came straight back out, just as tidy as when it went in. He opened a drawer and took out his tablet, unfolding it and opening a list of his creation, while closing the bed drawer with his foot.