Hand on her arm, tight and holding her from moving and Minerva spun around again with irritation and worry on her face. The sun was coming soon, and she hadn't worn anything to protect her from it. No sunglasses for her eyes, no proper jacket...
"Atlas, please. I'm really tired and I have to get home," Minerva told him cooly, twisting her arm in his grasp. But he wasn't letting go.