[no, she definitely needs her ego ruffled. especially by pretty girls.

i mean... what. that was a typo.]

Oh no, I don't think for a second you'd need to be- hrm- rescued. [she scratches her chin awkwardly as she turns bluish around her cheeks, her smugness fading in her attempts to flirt.] You seem like you're part of a warrior class. Maybe not one of the more brutish types, but definitely the kind meant for speed and more delicate maneuvers. Like Percy!

[er...] The real Percy, not this fake evil one. [she gesticulates wildly.] Water is his specialty, after all. Don't forget how long he held his breath when he jumped in the lake to retrieve Paulette's friendship bracelet. He might seem like an oversensitive, emotional wreck with terrible taste, but he's strong where it counts.