Reyna started to show him around the camp again, quickly, quietly, and efficiently. Unfortunately they were stopped quite a bit on the small task of a tour, though mostly it was when Leo was trying to flirt with a girl, never her, which somehow made her slightly jealous.

Soon they were stopping every two feet as Leo tried to get attention from the girls. Eventually, Reyna was so over trying to give him the tour she just snatched his arm and pulled him along towards New Rome where most of the construction was.

Valdez let out a chuckle as he was dragged around, "Hey what's the matter Queeny? Jealous much?" He teased gripping the straps of the glittery, hello kitty backpack as he walked, not very cheerful about Annabeth and Piper's style.

That only made her face fume with dangerous redness and in a small amount of seconds his arms where pinned back and her knife was to his throat.

"Ever call me that again, or jump to conclusions and you shall be skinned and hung on a wall for decoration."

There was now a panic rising through his confident grin, "Glad to know I'd be useful for something."

The Queen recoiled, pulling her knife away from his neck and letting go of his brutally scrawny arms as he just rubbed them like he was afraid he had got cooties. If anything she gave him strictness, and a sense of urgency.

The dark haired boy only ruffled his own hair and marched forward wondering where she was leading him, watching her braid keep slapping her face before he saw it

"You can't take me in there! No! Never! You can't mess up the bad boy supreme's rad hair!" He protested but he was still dragged into the barber shop.

"Don't worry, twit, we're not here for you. It'll only take a minute." She explained but he thought it better to stay outside he staggered inside with her.

"What do you mean exactly?" He asked but the confident girl had already marched up to the front desk and demanded to have her hair cut as soon as possible. Luckily, she didn't seem to cut anybody in line, cause there was no one there.

He again staggered towards where she was seated and stood behind the young lady about to help the praetor.

"What woul-"

"I'd like my braid chopped off, short hair, to my chin, and slanting downwards as it gets closer to the front of my face." The experienced, adult like, lady answered. Moving her hand from under the bib and pretending to cut her hair where she wanted it.

The woman gulped and nodded, as if afraid to cut Reyna's hair wrong.

Leo, was somewhat confused. Wasn't her long hair a sign of power or something? That's what he thought. "Hey, Queeny, I'm not so sure that's a good idea."

Reyna turned to look at him, an insane look in her eyes, yet still a chill that froze his heart, powerful, beautiful, and insane, he wasn't sure if he was in love or not. "Get rid of that peach fuzz on his face too. He looks too immature."

"Yes, ma'm." The woman said, not sure if to start on the praetors hair first or the weird boy's stubble. "I'll get to work on your graecus servant right away."

That stirred his insides quite a bit, he was no servant, sure he was Greek or whatever that word meant, but he wasn't her servant!

The blonde made a move towards the supplies and in a matter of minutes when the Repair Boy felt his face again, well, he wasn't sure if he was a man or a woman.

Then, it was Reyna's turn but Leo was feeling stubborn so he snatched the scissors out of her hands and stuffed them in the tool belt he was wearing, probably never to be seen again. Then he leaned towards the woman with a whisper in her ear and in another several minutes the praetor's hair was in a bun.

Reyna -who seemed satisfied with the new hairdo- was escorted out by none other then Leo Valdez. And if he had to admit anything, she looked even more beautiful with her hair up, of course, it wasn't a very godly thing to do, but she looked amazing.

The Fire Boy held her arm gingerly but still led his way rapidly around the place, before he remembered, they hadn't got to see everywhere, and first, of course, he headed to the newly built big building, having quite a few windows, and the sound of people laboring with clanking of metal coming from there.

The Queen, however, was too much in thought of memorizing how to put her hair up like this that she hadn't noticed where they were off to.