Athena's features are drawn in strong, uncompromising lines, a square jaw and high angular cheekbones and steel-grey eyes sharp enough to cut. There is not much that is soft about Athena, but she knows how to project softness: a smile that warms the eyes, a gentle tilt of the head, an open and relaxed posture. She doesn't even need to feign interest in this instance; she's curious about the boy. "Thank you," she says, taking both the salt and the dangling hint. "What's different about Thursdays?"