In all his years as a demigod, Logan had not seen such a flair for an entrance. The girl seemed at both confident and expectant of praise and welcome, which almost irked the boy. However, Camp Half-blood didn't have nearly the same level of expectation for leaders as this camp. As the bike kicked up grass, he blocked most of it with his buckler and the rest with a quick burst of wind he had summoned, saving the group from cleaning their clothes of dirt sod.  Straightening from behind his shield, Logan's eyes were almost reprimanding in his regard of the newest addition to those atop Half-blood hill. 

His sense of respect and proprietary nearly had him shout at the girl with threats of reporting her to her Cohort centurion, but those traditions were long past. Realizing he was in a new environment with a different set of rules, he curbed his natural reflexes.

Logan lowered his shield and regarded the demigod with a measured wariness.

When the girl took off her helmet and her red tresses, the new camper's first thought was that he wasn't the only redhead! Unless the color was unnatural, of course, but Logan decided that such a detail was nonconsequential. Her bike was extraordinary, a true marvel of science that only a demigod would be able to engineer. 

The son of Jupiter took her full measure and almost understood the man and boy's fascination with her. She immediately radiated an overwhelming spirit and sense of gaiety, as if she was even more overjoyed at her return than Logan was of his arrival. Logan had never let go of Syleste's hand upon his arm, not wanting to dislodge the blind girl's connection to him. "Uh... hello," Logan responded to Ky'vie's entrance, shocked beyond any respectable soldier should be.