That's where Poseidon and Rhode differed. Where Poseidon chose death and destruction when his heart was broken, Rhode chose to survive and allow others in. Sure, she could easily throw a tantrum and make a scene because she didn't get her way, but that wouldn't actually get her anywhere. There was a difference between venting and acting like a spoiled brat. (Betcha can't guess which one Poseidon is...)
It was at least an hour before Rhode was relieved of her duties. Now with the opportunity to figure out whoever it was she felt, she got into her rental car and headed off in the general direction of that familiar sense. She's was certain it wasn't her mother. No, Amphitrite was warm and inviting. Whoever his was, and she could make a pretty good guess, was cold and distant. But she had been surprised before.
It was at least another half hour before she found herself near the coast. She parked as soon as she was sure she had found the source. She took a little trek then, finding her way by sense alone. And eventually, she saw him. It was undeniably her father, looking relaxed and completely indifferent about the destruction she was certain he had caused. Without saying a word she walked over and dragged an empty seat to sit it next to him. After a moment of scanning the area she spoke, "I'm surprised you're not in Florida."