Artemis bowed before Margaret. "I do hope you keep warm tonight, the air is awfully frigid tonight." His head turned to look outside through the window. It did not bother him all to much, but he knew that human bodies were much weaker and more fragile than his own body, not to mention they weren't immortal. He has faced such weathers head on before, and were nothing but minor annoyances. Be bowed once more before stepping out of the room. The last he saw of his master, she was not doing too well. He closed the door behind himself, and left to walk the hallways to find Marilyn.

He could only take guesses at what she heard on the phone, but whatever put her in such a bad mood must have been from her past. That flash of emotion that Margaret showed much have been in correspondence with the call, and if it didn't it didn't matter all too much. He knew that she was there for money, and her little display clearly told him that she wasn't there because she liked her granddaughter. Hopefully his master wouldn't be too stirred to tell him what was going on. He didn't know exactly which room she was in, so he knocked on every door down her hallway, asked for permission to come in, then went in anyways. He had no idea how many times he had done it, but he continued to knock on each door, requesting access to speak to Marilyn.