As the newcomer enters the camp, Clarisse's sharp gaze locks onto them. She strides over with purpose, her armor clinking with each step. Without wasting words, she might start with a gruff yet focused greeting.

"Hey, newbie. You lost or something? This ain't a summer camp for sissies. We train here."

There's a momentary pause as she studies the new demigod, her intense gaze searching for any signs of weakness or strength. If she detects something that impresses her, she might crack a half-smile and continue in a slightly more encouraging tone. "Don't get too comfortable. We've got monsters to fight and quests to go on. But if you can hold your own, maybe you won't be dead weight. What's your name, and who's your godly parent?"