" With my sister perched on my arm, I walked to the elevator. A business man with a rolling suitcase was waiting by the doors. His eyes widened as he saw me. I must’ve looked pretty strange—a tall black kid in dirty, ragged Egyptian clothes, with a weird box tucked under one arm and a bird of prey perched on the other.
“How’s it going?” I said.
“I’ll take the stairs.” He hurried off. "

― Rick Riordan , The Red Pyramid (The Kane Chronicles, #1)