Dex and Arabella
In her ongoing examination of costumes and props, Arabella had been awaiting a chance to inspect the trident carried by the giant Poseidon. He had left it behind only a handful of times, and Arabella had either been too far from it or noticed too late to make her way over. This time, Arabella had just reached it when the giant returned, leaning back against the wall as if he were holding it up, and not the other way around.
Arabella contemplated turning again, or moving around him, but her interest must have been obvious, and she doubted by now that she'd get another chance. "What did you use?" she asked without preamble, and after a moment, she added not a polite introduction, but a clarification. "For the trident. Which metal?"