Persephone frowned. Were they in danger? She considered the possibilities, and her own act of throwing caution to the wind made her curse inwardly. Golly gee damn. She'd gone and told everyone where she worked! Stupid, stupid, stupid. She pushed those thoughts aside; it would not do to dwell on them.
"I can't say for certain yet," she said, honestly. "But I'm not taking any chances." She paused. "No, haven't met them. Just you, Hecate, Dionysus, and, ahem," she paused, for half a second before saying the name she knew her mother would likely last want to hear, "Hades."