Maybe they weren't knock-offs. Maybe they were the versions of the stories that had made it through into that guy's reality. But that wasn't really important right now. Focus on what was important and not on the whole dashing-rescue-from-inevitable-death thing. Yes.

"I don't..." Nico frowned, pressing her fingertips to her temple. "You said something earlier about how we're here to either grab that guy and bring him back to the Pole or to defeat him? I don't remember how it got started either; but he's definitely at the bottom of all this."

She rubbed her arms and glared down at her still-wet coat. It would have been nice if whoever this guy was, he hadn't left them splashing around in the water in their new...

Wait.

"I don't usually dress like this." She awkwardly tucked her hands under her arms, both to try and warm them up and also to cover her chest a bit. Not that much was showing, but. "I have perfectly good bras--" Wait wait, no. She continued quickly, "--why am I wearing bandages? You're wearing what you usually wear, aren't you?"