[ if she was being a little more mindful, if she wasn't giving in so wholly to her desire to be distracted from her own thoughts, annabeth might have noticed more clearly the way wilhelm watches the forest. casing her surroundings is an action she's all too familiar with herself. ]

[ she's doing it now - glancing out at the woods, listening and making sure nothing's about to jump out - but she's doing so with a little more carelessness in the sense that she's trying to focus more on the bike. she's not afraid of anything out here, even if there's always a chance she should be. ]

I'd ask what gets delivered here besides letters but I suppose it's still at the very least frowned upon if not illegal to go through mail.

[ her bike stumbles over a particularly big root and it throws the balance off, but she leans away from the tilt of it and manages to keep it upright. it does not seem to make her want to slow down. ]

I thought we didn't need to get jobs here.