"How old was it when you gave it to me? I've only had it for four years." His smokey gray eyes stare around the room, and he shrugs, taking off the hoodie, and hangs it on the coat rack. "Maybe a gray windbreaker, so you can't complain that I'm, "hiding my lovely eyes". What do you think Art?" He grins, and straightens his black shirt."You know how phones are a bad idea for Demigods to use? I found a hack for when I want to send a Iris message." He holds up a small black bag. "It's so simple. Why doesn't anyone else use these?"