[She's been her mother long enough to know. The mention of a god of thunder--Roman or Greek?--makes her think of Percy. They'd have gotten along swimmingly. No pun intended.]

Brianna.

[Claire shifts, leaning over her daughter so that she has to look at her.]

I'm not going anywhere. You are stuck with me, for good. Besides.

[She smiles, trying to lighten the mood with a tap to her nose.]

Enough people here know that you're my daughter to know that they should be looking out for you, and who to return you to if you should stray too far.