[Normally he might be more aware of her nervousness, but he doesn't really look up again until he notices her hovering. He tilts his head and then offers her a tired smile, an old scar visible just at the corner of his lip.]

Too wound up to sit? [He doesn't mind if she joins him, watching her is making him feel restless and he knows he should rest.] I felt like that when I arrived...like there was a quest I should be going on or at least something I should be doing.

[When she gives her name, Jason looks amused. Having been teased about his own name for most of his life, he almost doesn't say anything about hers, but he honestly can't help himself. Between her outfit and now her name, he wonders if she has some Greek origins, though she can't be from Camp Half-Blood. He'd have remembered someone like her.]

Pyrrha. That suits you. Don't worry about me, I've already died once and that was a lot more brutal that this was. I guess I just got a bit rusty while being here...won't happen again.

[Although, usually he would also have some ambrosia to help the healing process along. He wouldn't be having to wait for the bones to heal on their own and the pain wouldn't be nearly as bad. Still, he'd been trained in the Roman Legion and by a wolf goddess -- you walked it off or you dropped dead.]