The thought had crossed the Titan's mind as well. Hopefully the dinosaur can last a little while longer. He's certainly better behaved than some of the mortals in the Plaza shelters. This winter is taking its toll on everyone.

'Sigil' is not a word he would have associated with the tech field. "Is this magic-related?" he asks, before shaking his head. "My experience isn't with portals. I'm a craftsman by trade. After Hercules freed me, I knew I wouldn't have a place in Olympus, so I lived among humans, helping them polish their skills. Pottery, in particular. I always liked working with clay."

"That's been my experience with humans, as well." He certainly didn't make them to be prejudiced, but he knows that's a problem of theirs. "And the other races? How do they feel about humans?"

While Peter suits up, Prometheus grabs his overcoat from behind the bar. He has a balaclava that he slips over his head, along with the fur-lined hood and a thick pair of gloves. He isn't messing about in this weather. "All right, take me to where you arrived in the Nexus. We'll see what we can do."