At Henry's earnest words, Henry laughed, a light-hearted and genuine sound that echoed through the archery range. "Badass?" she said. "Hmmm I guess that's one way to look at it." She shrugged, her features relaxing into a gentle smile. It was a rare sight, one that Henry would soon learn was seldom bestowed upon others. Tempest couldn't help but appreciate Henry's perspective. She'd never considered her lineage as something badass or cool. Most people viewed Nemesis, the goddess of vengeance, with a sense of trepidation, if not outright fear. It was a nice change, to hear it referred to as something positive. Picking up a bow that lay discarded on a nearby rack, Tempest twirled it around with a practiced ease. Taking a deep breath, she nocked an arrow and drew the string back, her eyes fixed on the target in the distance. Tempest released the arrow, watching as it flew through the air and hit the target. It wasn't a bullseye, but it was close.
"Hermes, huh?" Tempest echoed, turning her attention back to Henry. She laughed again, this time a bit louder. "Well, I suppose it could be worse. You could be in the Ares cabin. They smell like a mixture of sweat, iron, and misplaced testosterone. I wouldn't worry too much though. With a mouth like yours, I don't think you'll be there for long." she teased. Another arrow left her bow, shot with more force than precision, flying way above the target and hitting a cabin in the distance. An echo of a thud followed by a surprised yelp made her grin slightly. "Well, that was not intended but still funny" she admitted, glancing sideways at Henry. "Ever held a bow, cub?" she asked, already knowing the answer. She proffered the longbow towards Henry, a dare in her gaze. "How about I show you how to shoot? Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't hit any cabins," she said with a wicked grin.