The hair on the back of Apollo's neck stood on end. He was being watched.... After a couple thousand years traveling on the road, he'd developed a keen sense of being watched or find himself ambushed and robbed or brutally "murdered."
Breaking off his conversation with Pan Apollo looked around until his blue eyes fell on a very pretty dark haired girl. She had bright silvery eyes and pale skin with a bit of a goth look (he had a weakness for the goth look though he was too blond to pull that off himself). There was something about her that seemed very familiar. Was she a god or goddess? He answered himself with a no. She didn't have the same feel that he got from Pan. There was no immediate recognition with her.
"Hey, shut up," Sam said cutting Pan's rambling off. "Do you know that girl?" Pointing the girl out was a risky gamble. Pan apparently had changed little over the centuries and Apollo could be giving the girl a lot of unintentional grief. But still, who was she?