He can feel her eyes on him, he thinks - but he has the feeling he'd have that same crawling sensation even with her back to him. It'll pass, he knows. Eventually, she'll draw whatever conclusions she chooses, and that'll be that. If he sticks around for a while, he'll have to go through the whole thing over again with the others, but with Vex, it'll be over.

Hopefully.

"Of course," he says crisply. The desire for modesty's never quite abandoned him, at least not in mixed company, but his attention can't help but stray toward Vex as they continue onward. Percy's gaze cuts over and back again; he takes in the slim, athletic shape of her, realizes he's doing it, and makes himself look forward. Lather, rinse, repeat. Having abandoned his glasses with his clothing, he's likely squinting, too, and God, why don't you be more obvious about it? Clearing his throat, he asks, "Have you, er, been here before?"