That was when Thalia let loose her arrow. It hurtled through the air with supernatural speed and landed solidly in the middle of the knot.
Thalia smiled with satisfaction and reached behind her for her seemingly empty quiver. As she did so, an arrow appeared. She grasped it and nocked her bow again, but as she did so, she noticed the jogger. Not wanting to accidentally hit him in the eye, she grasped both bow and arrow in one hand and curled up to sit on the branch. There, she waved to the jogger, attempting to look innocuous and innocent. If he was just running off trail, he'd pass on by; no need to make conversation unless she knew he was open to one. New Yorkers weren't generally the type to talk to strangers.