"No one on that list," Hermes replied, slacking back in his seat like he hadn't gotten enough sleep; in truth, he never really slept, and he was primed for energy naturally (even more so with caffeine)- today, he was just being lazy; a rare occurrence, but one he took advantage of since he knew he wasn't going anywhere soon.
He ordered a number three special - four eggs, fried potatoes, sausage, and a side of pancakes and the biggest coffee the diner offered - then started playing with the paper wrapper his straw came in. "A handful of Foreigners, most of whom are still locked away in their bodies. And-uh... one Titaness." His eyes stayed on fiddling hands; Zeus's track record with the Titans was... less than friendly. Hermes didn't really care one way or the other, but hey--don't hate the messenger.