Dianna chuckled, wanting to take that as a challenge, but might as well let Rasputin sleep. "Go ahead Rasp," she said, making a shooing motion towards the bed while walking over to the couch that had the black hooded boy on it. She plopped down next to his head, pulling her hoodie over her hair and saying, "Night," under her breath. In a matter of seconds, Dianna passed out. The two boys were already quietly snoring to themselves, but Annabeth was still up, sitting on the bed with her legs crossed and staring at Rasputin.