There was a definite messiness to the trailer. Books were piled on chairs around the tiny table, clothes were in piles. The only real organisation came from the state of the weaponry. Everything had its place, ready to be grabbed at a moments notice.

Thalia briefly considered apologising for the mess, but decided against it. She hadn't been in the mood to clean lately, had gotten used to the idea that very few people saw inside. Leaning against a cabinet, she shrugged. "Yeah. I like it. I'm sort of glad that I was allowed to have it," she said. Not that she had given them much of a choice since she had already moved in when she asked. "I don't mind being out here. It's nice and quiet."