Artemis, not to be ungrateful, jogged around Michael. "Sorry... I'm not good at asking for help... or running.... apparently..." it was there and then that Artemis regretted not doing more in her Physical Education periods. Also the fact that she had to follow behind a giant already walking at a decent clip. At least this Jak -Artemis was fairly certain that was her name now, as the girl had been introduced to her multiple times- knew where she was going, juding by how confident she was in her directions. She was probably a local. [i]Mental note, look them all up later. Whenever I manage to steal some WiFi again, that is.[/i]

"It can't... possibly be that far off anyway... just... a few more blocks or something..."

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-The Next Day-
To say that Jak wasn't in a good mood would be an understatement. Her day had started by almost sleeping through the time she went to go practice, and continued to be horrible by reminding her that she'd failed to find the audience and thus started... the punishment game. It was hanging upside down for a complete thirty minutes. One fall and you extended your time. Jak had decent training, but it still wouldn't stop her from eventually getting too tired, and Fionn and the others weren't nearly as strong as Naoto and herself. Even now, she could still feel herself getting tired.

"If there's anyone to blame," Jak snapped at Cyril, "it would be Prospero for vanishing the audience in the first place. If he'd thought this through a little more, then he would have probably dispelled it after all was said and done." even though she'd been training and could run for a while, it appeared that hanging upside down was not her forte. Her legs were starting to burn after the hour of hanging there, and she was almost to the point where she'd be grumpy like Cyril if someone fell. What kind of sane person decided this as a punishment anyway? "Besides, you had a group too and you didn't find anyone!"

She was through with being nice to Cyril if he was going to be like this for the rest of the day. It had been bad enough going home and hearing Mother yell at her about the curfew. She even locked Jak's bedroom door and ordered her to sleep on the couch, since, quote, 'she couldn't be bothered to arrive home so she might as well sleep like she didn't have one.' Jak had to sneak some reheated food out of the fridge in the middle of the night to not starve. [i]Hopefully, I won't be late going home today. I do this any more and I think she'll really do it this time...[/i]

Artemis, meanwhile, was fussing with a small gadget while sitting near Sonya. She'd been trying to get the screen to help her translate for the brief time she'd have to figure out how to learn Italian on the fly, which would pretty much equal watching the world with subtitles. Not much different than most shows she watched anyway, and if she was a decent enough study -Artemis didn't know if she had an ear for languages or not, she'd never paid enough attention to her classes- she might even start to communicate with them. That, though, would be years down the line if not centuries.

Plus, the fact that she was sitting next to a woman who could very well snap her neck if she stepped out of line or said something wrong motivated her not to start shouting assassin again. She needed something to think about [i]other[/i] than how carefully she had to tread in order to not die. At least she'd found out that most of the mafia group weren't out for blood or aiming to kill her on the spot like she'd thought. [i]Also, I don't have to do whatever it is that they're doing. That just looks painful at this point. Although... if they had pneumatic operated exoskeletons that helped the muscles...[/i]