"Alright, Percy!" She called, pocketing her gun for another moment in order to applaud his bravery. It helped that he trusted the hunters, and y'know, if she screwed up, he wouldn't die.

She held out the blindfold. "Do you want to be blindfolded, or should I? Either way, you can eat the apple when all this is over." She does have an apple, actually, sitting on a barrel of hay.