Clio found she liked seagulls. Most found them obnoxious, but they lulled her to sleep and they were her only company for miles. It reminded her of the mountain she grew up in.
She'd kept contact only with her Muse-sisters, and Hermes because she'd needed the extra ID and to convince her brother not to try and kill a Saint, and found how good it felt. Most of the days she spend on the beach, playing with sand in her toes and feeling like she was protected and safe.
So of course it wouldn't last. She'd felt George long before he'd walked to the door, so when he neared it she opened it. He looked like Hell. "Hey. I made tea." She motioned him inside and made a mental check where Hermes had put the gun he'd given her. Just in case.