Achilles dropped the bottle of pills in his pocket, and dared to take her hand and offer her another soft bow. "Athena," he said respectfully. He had gotten his mouth in a lot of trouble before with goddesses and gods alike, but this side of Achilles was the one his mother had always intended him to be outside of the strong warrior. He lost that rational and respectful side when his ego was inflated----but here he felt humbled.
It had been more than a few years since he'd disappeared out of the limelight, he was thankful at least it was Athena he saw first.