((Woah, nice new avatar. o:))
Rose
Rose stood there, mouth agape, as the redhead completely ignored her and strode angrily over to a wildly confused Dylan.
"What?" Dylan said, his astonishment plain in his voice.
"You're not Greek. You're probably not even a demigod; I don't even know what your people call yourself," continued the redhead.
"My people?"
"You're Roman. You knew it, too. But you came here anyways." The confident conviction was plain in the girl's words as well as the grim smugness of her face.
"I didn't know. I didn't even know I was a demigod until a few months ago!" Dylan sounded miserable.
"That's true!" Rose said, marching up to the girl yet again. "Neither of us knew. And so what if he's Roman?" she snarled, eyes flashing. She had a fleeting thought that Dylan wouldn't appreciate her fighting his battles for him, and she glanced at him apologetically, before turning her fierce stare back on the redhead. "Yeah! What Rose said!" came the booming agreement of Mark. "Shut up, Mark," Rose said impatiently. He guffawed a bit. "'Kay."