"Yeah, kind of." Paul said with a smile. Paul found that smiling like a maniac with a liter of Jolt and a blowtorch whenever someone said pranks was pretty much a Hermes' trademark. "Not that there is anything wrong with that, of course." Paul gave the mysterious device a look, and found that he had no idea what it was. It looked like something that the Hephaestus kids could make. Before Paul could speculate further, he heard a voice from behind him. 

"What are you Hermes' dorks up to?" said the a girl who was walking by. Okay, "girl" was a bit of a stretch. The more appropriate word would be something like Amazon, or Warrior Queen or "Holy crap that chick is buff." Poor Connor rolled his eyes. "Not know Clarisse." Clarisse took this as an opportunity to pry further. When she turned to Paul, she gave him an appraising look. She was a little bit taller than Paul, but she tried her best to make him feel like a worm.

"What are you looking at, punk?" she said scowling. Paul glanced at Hermoine, then at Connor, who subtly shook his head. The message was clear: Do not mess with her. Paul never was good with messages. "Honestly, I thought I was looking at Mark Mcgwire. Either that or the Terminator. Should I get my autograph book?" Connor laughed nervously, but Clarisse only scowled further. "Listen, you nerd. I'm a daughter of Ares. How about I make your life a living hell?" 

"Well, I'm not really interested in a relationship right now, but thank you for asking." Clarisse looked like she was going to explode. "Arena. Ten minutes. Bring a weapon." With that, Clarisse walked away. Paul turned to Hermoine and Connor. "She seems like a sweetheart."