Hermione followed eagerly. She glanced around the entire room first, then drifted away to start looking. He was right about the dust. "Well... at least we know they probably won't miss anything we take..." she murmured. She picked up a pair of fuzzy dice and read the attached label. 

"Hey! This was stolen by a Hermes kid!" She was strangely proud even though it was kind of a lame thing to steal. "Do you have any idea who Chrysaor is?" That wasn't a god or monster she was familiar with. Who could it be? And what kind of monster drives a Honda Civic? She put the dice back down and patted them. 

Then she turned to face Paul and shook her head. "Nah, not really..." She followed his gaze behind her but didn't see anything. But as soon as he suggested it could move she leapt away from the spot. Swords that moved on their own were NOT cool. Unfortunately, the clumsy leap made her bump into a mannequin. Immediately she grabbed it to stop it from falling and ended up ballroom dancing with it for a few panicky seconds. And ending up with the mannequin's scarf wrapped around her instead. Finally she released it, blushing from her cheeks to the tips of her ears. There even seemed to be a faint red haze around her. Were her eyes blushing too?! "Oh, gods," she complained, wishing she could disappear. She hunched her neck and shoulders as if trying to hide beneath the new scarf she'd acquired. 

Then she lifted her eyes and saw Paul. Her golden orange eyes lit up like she was seeing him for the first time and her cheeks reheated--this time into a becoming blush. Her ponytail had come loose as she twirled and now her long blond hair spilled loosely around her face and shoulders. She looked lovely. Was she wearing makeup? There was something changed about her outfit too. Her orange camp t-shirt and jeans seemed to fit more perfectly. Was that it? They appeared more stylish all of the sudden. Hermione didn't notice the subtle changes wrought on her. She was still watching Paul and her heart was pounding. She took a step toward him. Gosh, he was SO handsome. And now that she knew he wasn't a Hermes kid too maybe in spite of the rule about cabin members dating they now had a loophole? She took another step. She just... almost as soon as she'd met him she'd wanted to... The red haze around her intensified a bit and she forgot what she was thinking. "Paul..." she whispered, reaching out a hand to stroke his shoulder.

She'd still barely noticed that he'd picked up the sword. She'd forgotten all about it, and the fact that they needed to finish up here and leave before anyone returned. She was thoroughly distracted.