She takes in what he says as she looks out again over the expanse of what he's already built. Part of it is a fascination with how real it seems, part of it is the ache of missing Camp Half-Blood, and having no idea when she'll get to see it again.

"It doesn't have to be... all home, right? Someone in Thorne told me we could build anything we wanted."

She's not opposed to expanding on what's already here. But she's Annabeth. She always sort of wants... more. She will gladly talk about this world and the Horizon and their territories instead of her own personal state.

"I've met him. He is nice. We mourned the lack of vehicles and the inherent spookiness of bicycles to medieval weirdos. They just give us beds in Thorne and hope we'll spend our time with magic, I think. It sounds like the Free Cities is a little more militaristic?"