Reyna's black braid slapped in her face once again, annoying her even more as she pushed it out of her face. Sometimes she swore she'd cut it all off. Her hand then bounced on the side of the ship, making the loud sound vibrate the big item.

It still wasn't finished yet. And she was sure with all the facts they had gathered up from the Romans that had been there the day the warship attacked the camp, that they'd know exactly how to build it. Except . . . The children of Vulcan were working with barely of any consideration what it would look like once it was done. They probably got that from their father, in the building humans kind of way. Not that all children of Vulcan were ugly, the men did look a little cute in a hunky sort of way.

She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. They had only finished the frame of the ship in about seven months! She had heard rumors that that Valdez kid had finished the whole ship in maybe six months. Yet she wasn't planning to ask that graecus for help, especially when they were trying to prove to the Greeks that they were as amazing as them. Which truly, they were even more amazing.

Her mind stopped wondering for a second as she huffed loudly at the condition, there was already dents in it also. But it wouldn't help if she pressured them to move faster. She kept her face calm and collected as she walked up to where Felix was going over the next steps with the rest of his siblings.

She stood behind him clearing her throat as her dark eyes gazed into the back of his head. She wouldn't show it, but she couldn't wait till this unstoppable Roman warship was finished. It'd have everything they'd need for war, and winning, if something where to happen to the camp's friendship.

Felix turned around almost abruptly, as he heard her. "Oh, yes, Ms. Reyna, what would you like?"

Reyna narrowed her eyes at him and walked closer, "How long do you think this . . . Construction will take?" She said in a slight whisper, hoping not to offend the others. But they were Roman, so most likely they could handle it.

He gulped for a second probably thinking that the praetor of the twelfth legion was getting impatient. "Well, I don't know. Maybe half a year? Or perhaps, a whole year. It's very hard to decipher these things early on. Would you like to speed up the building?"

She quickly shook her head, though in a cold, and solid way. "No, just continue on. Work day and night if you have to but we need it done by at most half a year."

She watched as the boy trembled slightly and nodded his head, "Yes, Ma'm. We'll try our best."

Being satisfied with herself she began to leave the camouflaged building that held the ship. It was only there in case if the Greeks decided to come early for their visit again. Which, indeed, after she walked out of the place she had seen they had. Two weeks early to be exact.

Her stance stiffened and strolled stoically towards the warship that they were trying to clone. This was not a surprise with the Greeks. They would always laugh at her and shake their heads like she was a joke, much like Jason was becoming.

"Percy Jackson. Former praetor of Rome. How dare you put a foot onto Roman soil two weeks before our assigned meeting?" She demanded, more or less fuming silently rather then making a big fit about it.

The handsome green eyed boy turned away from helping Annabeth off the ship, in a surprisingly gentleman like way. But now that she could see him, there was a huge grin on his face. "Reyna, nice to see you again too."

He hadn't seemed to notice all the construction and other stuff also being added to New Rome and the rest of the camp, which resulted in their lack of workers for the ship. It was usually very embarrassing found being dirty when a guest was over.

Her posture didn't change she only stood in front of him scornfully glaring right into his soul before Annabeth gently pushed her back. "Hello, Reyna. I see you are still preparing for our-"

"THE PARTY DOESN'T START TILL LEO MAKES IT!" Called a cheerful voice strutting off of the ship and then there was Valdez slicking back his hair, trying to charm the Roman ladies surrounding the ship.

Reyna groaned slightly to herself, not him again. . . This was going to be a long, long, two weeks.