"Little bit," Bia nodded, her eyes flicking briefly over to the Minotaur standing stoically by the door. They'd barely exchanged a dozen words that night, in part because they'd both been so focussed on Antigone and in part because, well, not the chattiest guy in the world, was Asterion. She'd been impressed by how fast he'd thrown himself in between another person and danger, though. (Also, dem guns. Damn.) "Not much of a talker, but he seems like a good dude."