Artemis looked at Adam and cocked an eyebrow. "You okay there, man? You look a bit sick. There's no need to be afraid; you just prayed, right? You're in the clear for this battle." She said with a grin. Isis smiles at her response to him. Man, she was a pain sometimes, but she sure did say some meaningful stuff. Isis looked out the window and started calculating the necessary angles and speed to achieve lift on the copter, as she placed her hand on her gun. The gun. The gift from dad. The promise of safety. She knew that everything would be okay, as long as that was with her. She had to believe that, she had to hope.