Annabeth
The Hunter cocked an eyebrow at him, wondering if it had something to do with the fact that she'd just gone into Ren.
Hmm...stands to reason that he'd be able to sense Nen, considering as I could see whatever energy he's got stockpiled up inside him.
Annabeth turned around and kneeled down to him with an amused look before mussing his still wet hair.
"Oh come on, you'll be fine," she assured him.
RonThe werewolf frowned up at her a little petulantly when she messed with his hair, but then nodded.
"All right. Let me get a shirt we can use as a blindfold or something," Ron said to her. "Unless you have a real one on you?"
So it was that they ended up having to use one of Ron's dirty old shirts, folded on itself and tied around his head. It covered enough to obscure his entire face, and he was left feeling like he was blind. Which was, of course, the point of all this. He decided to forego his wolf form, but it meant Annabeth had to lead him to the warehouses by hand in the middle of the cold, breezy night. He kept his face looking down to the ground just in case his blindfold came off.
They had their pick of the things, though many of them were likely occupied either for storage purposes or ... well, storage purposes of an entirely different sort! It was plausible. He'd vouch for it. He squeezed the bounty hunter's hand at the thought.
"And here we're off to the Danger Zone! Highway to the Danger Zone..." he murmured to himself quietly. "Now we just need a Michael McDonald and everything'll be smooth sailing..."
He probably sounded crazy. He'd seen Annabeth drunk, so she could put up with it.
Finally, they got inside of one that was neither occupied by monsters, or criminals, or criminal monsters, or by legitimate dock workers who really didn't need the trouble from either of them
honestly Anne don't go in there.Just Ron, Annabeth, some crates and pieces of heavy metal
no not the music, and they should be good to go.