If Percy Jackson had known who he was about to run into that night, he might have prepared a speech upon how to convince her that he was not at fault for her sudden teleportation. Though as it were, he was unaware. He was on his own as usual, skateboard slung over his back and trucks between his fingers. He'd been out a bit later, helping Rose repair the center some and then wandering the city assessing the damage. He hadn't ever made friends very easily, infact he wasn't even sure how he'd come across Rose or Florence, but he had. With them the city seemed a lot less crue and he was grateful. Still around this time of year he was lonely. Winter breaks he usually got to spend with his mom away from camp.
It'd been a long time since he'd seen her, and he worried. However apparently expressing that worry made him 'emo' so he mostly kept to himself these days. After the incident with the cranky sick jerk he really didn't feel much like forcing his hand. Maybe if they saw him working bit by bit to help they would come to trust him. Sure on the outside he looked to be some dumb kid, but Annabeth of all people knew otherwise. As usual he wasn't paying attention to where he was going when he literally turned a corner and ran straight into her.
"Hey!" He said, started as his skateboard fell with a clatter out of his hand and rolled away a bit. "Er, sorry." He said before he realized who it was exactly standing nearby.
[ooc: holy crap sorry about the lag. I'm trying to keep up though now that Christmas is over!]