[ Stele. That's a word he hasn't heard before. Apollo cants his head quizzically, solar flare diffusing slightly as he throws Clary a puzzled look. He listens to her explanation and he's pretty sure it sounds like magic, or something like it at least. ]

It might turn up, [ He replies helpfully. ] God knows, weirder things have been teleported on board so far.

[ Somehow. It's still a complete mystery how that keeps happening. ]

God, don't say that too loudly. You'll give everyone ideas. [ He snaps of the glow with a clench of his fist, leaving his perfectly normal outstretched hand. It isn't even smouldering. ]

Sun-worshippers get a bit weird around me. Anything for a California tan...