Daphne
Contrary to popular belief, it most certainly was not always sunny in Philadelphia.
When the trio arrived in Philly it was pouring down rain so badly Sarah could barely see out the windshield. After a few minutes Logan suggested they find a place to stay until the storm blew over. Sarah pulled over to a Courtyard Marriot and tried to get a room.
"I'm afraid I can't sell a room to minors." The concierge told them.
Sarah laughed. "Oh, you think we're alone," she lied, "my mom is outside grabbing the luggage. We'll be staying in her usual room. It should be under Vicki Cooper."
Daphne didn't know what Sarah was trying but it worked because after she said that the concierge got extremely flustered and handed her a room key. "Welcome back Miss Cooper. Dylan!" He called to a bellboy toting a luggage cart. "Come help these children with their bags." Dylan came over and took their packs. As he reached for Daphne's he sniffed her hair not so discretely. Oh no he didn't! Daphne thought.
On the way up Daphne asked Sarah "Your mom has her own room here?"
"It's on private reserve," Sarah explained, "she's a pro-snowboarder and sometimes stays here for competitions in the Poconos."
"Wait, are you saying you're rich?" Logan asked.
Sarah sighed. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." She said, not sounding very proud for some reason.
When they got to their room (on the top floor!) the three of them knew they would have a problem: there were only two beds. "Alright," Logan said, "who gets the floor?"
Daphne and Sarah shared a quick look and said simultaneously "You are."
"I'll fight you for it." he challenged.
"Oh you're sooooo going down." Daphne shot back.
In the 45 seconds that followed Daphne got tied up by a Daedalus arrow for the 2nd time in two days. "Really?" she asked, annoyed, "Again with this?"
The storm got even worse at night. Rain bombarded the windows, winds blew the windows in the room open way too frequently, and lightning lit up the room as bright as daytime.
"Hey Daph'," Logan whispered, "you awake?"
Daphne had barely even shut her eyes at all that night. "Yeah," she replied, "what do you want?"
"Can't sleep. Need someone to talk to."
"So talk to Sarah." Daphne grumbled only to realize that she was snoring away in her bed. "Fine. Talk away."
"Okay, so if you're immortal," Logan started off, "exactly how old are you?"
Daphne restrained the urge to get on his bed and punch him in the throat and replied through gritted teeth "165."
Strangely Logan didn't make some snide or rude comment, or even laugh. Instead he said "Why'd you join the hunters in the first place?"
Daphne sighed. "Well it goes back to 3rd grade," she said, "one of the boys in my class proposed to me-" Logan made a long whistling sound, "-but then he broke it off because he wanted to marry Marry Lou Walter. Then on my 15th birthdaymy my dad threw me a debutante to introduce me to all the boys in the city. One of them actually proposed to me at the party..." Another whistle, "-then I found out that he only wanted to inherit my dad's money, so I broke it off." A tear started to run down her cheek. "I ran outside to cry and that's when the hunters found me."
Logan was silent for a while, then he said "For what it's worth those guys sound like complete jerks."
"Well, at least they don't make fun of me every hour on the hour." Daphne shot back.
Logan was silent again. "Look," he said, "I'm sorry for laughing at your fear of chickens." he paused for a second, and Daphne was sure she heard him snicker. He went on "And if it hurts your feelings then I promise I'll stop. I don't want to be like your fiances."
Daphne smiled. Maybe not all boys are jerks she thought to herself. She was about to thank him when the windows blew open again. Daphne went to close them and was suddenly blasted by a gale force wind into the the opposite wall.
A funnel cloud materialized in front of the window and then morphed into the shape of the bellhop that had brought their bags up. Daphne remembered his name was Dylan.
"Room service." He said with an evil smile.