The crowd was quiet trying to wrap their minds around what they'd heard. It certainly wasn't the story Percy had told Jason when he first told him about Nico Di Angelo. Nico waited until they had a chance to process slowly sending the soldiers back and closing the cracks in the Earth. He finished sealing the cracks leading back to him keeping his eyes on the ground. He really was fearless.
Jason blinked and his eyes went wide. That was it. "You were there." He didn't think he said it out loud until Nico was staring right at him his head tilted slightly.
"You okay, Grace?"
"Yeah. Yes. Yes. We need to talk." Before Nico could object Jason had him by the arm and was dragging him away from the others who were still in the aftereffects of Nico's speech and completely lost on what was going on with Jason.
It didn't really matter over much what they were thinking. Not to Jason. He was as excited as his first day on a quest. No. Maybe more. As for Nico he was as confused by Jason's mood shift as everyone outside was. He let Jason drag him toward Hades cabin as his mind became more and more aware of the possible consequences of what he'd done. Jackson was going to kill him assuming Annabeth didn't beat him to it. For that matter the crowd he'd left may yet come to their sense and decide they didn't want to hear what he said and punish him for it. Sometimes he hated his mind.
Jason finally stopped pulling his sleeve once they were inside the cabin and went right to pacing the wide floor space in the center of the room. Nico had arranged the frankly useless extra bunks into pockets of permanent shadows he could use for a short trip or just hide in whenever Annabeth stopped by to try and talk him into extra history lessons. That girl loved teaching more than learning which says a lot of a wisdom child.
It wasn't Nico's nature to prompt a conversation but Grace's pacing was leaving a trail in the dust covered (he should have cleaned yesterday) floor. "You wanted to have a talk Grace."
"Yes. Sorry I was trying to piece everything together. Um do you remember seeing a fight with monsters at an art museum in Boston?"
"I lived at the bordering school in Maine."
"You never took a field trip to Boston? Not once?"
"We had a drill meet in Boston. Bianca did, I was just there to polish the rifles. Punishment for an F in math class."
"Did you stop at a museum while you were there?"
"We didn't have a field trip but I went into the souvenir shop to find a present for my sister. She loved Monet. I remember hearing screams and everyone running outside. I slipped in past them to see what had happened."