She wished, so hard, that she was a true demigod, capable of fighting back in a way that didn't mean brutal retribution. She wished she wasn't reliant on others to defend her against Apollo.
Much was right though (and she felt a little jolt as he said he loved her, but she didn't have it in her to return that feeling in kind, even as friends, right now), they should keep moving. She didn't think that the place would keep Apollo out, but at least it was four walls they could relax behind.
"I just couldn't let him go being so smug," she said, picking up the food again. "He's such a jerk."