Anna
Anna stumbled down the stairs of Bobby's house, not paying particular attention to the steps beneath her feet. She had laid in bed all week, and she needed to move. Granted most of that time she was dead, but still, to much laying about was bad for a demigod. They were designed to move. She groaned as she clutched her aching and still fractured ribs. Breathing was a slight problem. But she had more pressing issues at the moment. Namely of the caffeinated sort.
"I need coffee. And something to eat." Anna grumbled to herself. She stepped into the kitchen without looking up.
Breaking crockery made her look up. Sam was standing right in front of her, his hand still clutching for the coffee mug that was now shattered across the floor.
"Ah Styx."