"Hey don't run away," Apollo said, moving swiftly and lightly across the floor to cut her off, his body suddenly and very firmly in her path. "I was talking to you. Is Ares here, or not?"
"He's here," Tragos' voice was a growl as he approached from the lockers. "And if you don't want your face caved in, you shouldn't be. Fuck off." He gave Marcie a dark look, and jerked his head toward the women's room, a sharp order, get out of here too.