Annabeth looked over at him, arching a brow. She hid her smirk at his awkwardness, then shrugged at his assessment. "I'm 18. In my world... well, in the world of the gods and demigods, we have to learn from a young age to defend ourselves or we die. I had to learn to fight when I was 7. Monsters came for us, no matter our age. They didn't care," she pointed out. Monsters were assholes like that - they preyed on the weak because they were scared of the strong.
"I appreciate your concern, though," she said, giving him a small smile. "It's over, now, and the world has gone back to normal... well, mostly," she chuckled, looking around them.