Annabeth
For the second time since finding Ron and his newest friend, the Hunter found herself more or less blindsided. None of what Rikuyo had just said was stuff Annabeth could take lightly, and the redhead had just gone and laid it all out at once. The possibility of ending up like Ron was...one she wasn't sure how she felt about. Sure, the healing factor would come in handy, and the other little abilities he'd discovered during their training weren't all that shabby, not to mention the other perks. At the same time...
Annabeth could help remembering how he always went absolutely stark raving mad if he stayed in that one form for too long, or if he looked at a full moon. The Hunter wasn't entirely sure if she was comfortable with housing that kind of rage.
Of course, there was also the matter of this all coming from a woman she'd met mere minutes ago.
"Assuming I was willing to trust someone I'd just met, which, barring a few exceptions, I don't," Annabeth said, brow furrowed as she tried to process everything, "And assuming that I was game for that, which I'm still not sure about, how would you even do that? That aside, we find somewhere else to talk about this."
It was at this point, though, that Ron's statement registered, bringing a slight blush to the cowgirl's tanned face.
"Well it's not like you were ever nice enough to ask," the Hunter shot back, leaving out that she admittedly enjoyed that fact. At least a little bit.