Somehow Persephone has been roped into helping out at the spa. She doesn't mind, it gives her a chance to lay eyes on the new arrivals and see if there's anyone she knows. There isn't, unfortunately. Even though she's come to expect that, it's still disappointing.

She's been forced into one of the ridiculously small togas that the robots seem so fond of. She has a stack of towels in her arms as she wanders about.

"Do you need anything?" She asks as she stops at the edge of the bath Ares has taken up in. Curiously peeking at him over the stack of small towels.