With the sound of a crash, Artemis' head snapped towards the sound. Hus green brows knitted together, and his eyes narrowed at the figure before the shattered vase. He could hear her mumbling, but said nothing about it as he locked eyes with Marilyn. The maid. That was who he was forgetting. Had he not cared about his visage as a human, he would have appeared before the maid in a blur, his serpentine eyes looking down on her. He'd be sure to get carried away if he wasn't more worried about being only human in public and around others. 

However, though he could not appear in a split second, his steps were quick to get to the girl. He looked down at her with a glare of lessened intensity, and nodded. "I'm sure that you did not mean to break the vase." He was good at creating that specific tone of holding back unbridled wrath. His narrowed eyes and almost closed mouth added to the effect of it all, he believed. 

While Marilyn was off in a nearby corridor, at one of the doors, he looked down at the maid and offered her a hand. "Please see that it will not happen again." He walked away from her, out of her line of sight into a room, and reentered her sight with a broom and a pan. "I am unsure if it can ever be remade, but throwing it out would seem to be a waste." He mused to himself. His hands stretched outwards, offering her the broom and pan that he retrieved. "I will take care of the fate of the vase later, but please take care of the mess."