Rosario nodded glumly. Yeah. Made sense, she guessed. Clio was a historian. She might know the theory and the background, the names and stories of all the Greek seers, but she didn't have the inside knowledge. That was Apollo's arena.
God, Rosario didn't want to have to ask Apollo these questions.
"Inexact sciences are shit," she mumbled down at her coffee. "It's like I can't even trust my own brain anymore."