"Let us hope," said Apollo, with the pure confidence of someone who doesn't need hope at all. He opened the door for her, smiling down at her (she was such an attractive amount shorter than he was) as she stepped in, despite the sardonic look of disbelief she gave him. Over the door of the car, he gave the boys watching them a cheerful wave, and then slid comfortably into the driver's seat. "We have an audience," he said, pointing her attention back toward the window. "Your brothers?"