Artemis makes a face. "Worst name ever," she mutters under her breath before rolling her eyes and waving for him to follow.

She knew that look and had every intention of filling him in, but not out here in the open. "Come on. We can talk on our floor. We live on the fourth. Each floor has five apartments - I think - and only three of ours are filled, so you can take your pick of the last two, if you like."

She let the way up the stairs and into their shared kitchen area before hopping up on the edge of the table and facing him, swinging her legs beneath you. "So. Have you spoke to any of the others and how many explanations am I going to have to give?"