[Hearing that makes Apollo's shoulders stiffen, and he looks at the - person? costumed kid? - with a more incredulous expression.]

What am I supposed to do, sit around and twiddle my thumbs? Until we figure out what's going on, I can least help out somehow.

[Besides, was it so obvious that he couldn't defend himself? ... Then again, Apollo might possibly be the only one who arrived here in formal business wear, even if it is bright red.]