Clarisse doesn't understand why that would be, when Abby's told her before how much she hated living in her home world. But she doesn't want to argue about it, not stoned, especially not when neither of them actually know the truth about this theory anyway. She just shrugs and lets Abby smoke the last of the joint.

"Children of Hermes are good at that sort of thing. God of thieves and all." She's no good at lock picking, either. Too impatient for it.