I watched in shock as Ash attempted to control her temper. I wasn't quite sure of what to do. She said she wouldn't do anything, but the expression on her face said otherwise. As bad as I felt about causing this I had to admit I was slightly thankful for the chance to draw attention away from me and direct it towards someone else. I wasn't prepared to answer her question. Though as I stood in silence, listening to their conversation, my head was looking down at my feet, drawing circles in the dirt beneath me. "But you are..." I looked up momentarily, my voice quiet, unsure if my interjection was welcome. "I mean...if you were what I had thought, stereotypically, what a Hades child would be like...you've only gone against all of it. You came and greeted us on your own, didn't you? You haven't been mean at all." My voice was quiet, with a hint of an apologetic tone. I wasn't sure if all that I said actually made sense, but I knew she would understand the jist of my words. I felt a little odd as I thought about it. Stereotypes? Here? I supposed it was only natural, and made sense, but I told myself that stereotypes were stupid and never really worked. You can't judge someone by their clothes, or as it would be here, their parents. Hearing Carissa change the subject I nodded my head with a determined smile to keep the attitude cheery with all of us. "Right."