Hercules stops and puts the music on pause when the woman makes herself known. His eyes flicker up and down, appraising her quickly enough. Young, blonde, pretty, and definitely wearing an outfit that wouldn't look too out of place on Olympus. He grins, a quick but wide expression of both happiness at seeing someone and amusement at the comment.

"Aye, it is. Forged by Hephaestus himself for me." Though he hadn't been thrilled to have the task, he wasn't about to argue with Skyfather Zeus.

"Are you native to this version of Philadelphia, or are you a traveler the same as I?"