Confuzzled new demigod.

Clover walked down to the cabins, soon standing in the centre of the U-shape.
"Cabin 11..." She murmured, glancing down at the hastily scrawled pen on her forearm. "That's where the 'unclaimed' demigods go..." She looked around, unable to see any cabin numbers from her position. She sighed and covered her eyes. She started turning slowly, one hand pointing at each cabin in turn, and some that weren't there when she was facing the mouth of the U.
"Black shoe, black shoe. where's your black shoe. Black shoe..." She chanted quietly, repeating until she had one cabin left. She uncovered her eyes and walked up to it, looking for a number or identification of some kind.