Artemis jumped to look up at the man she'd nearly steamrolled. But soon enough he seemed to lose interest in her and continued on his path to the Witch's mangled home. Artemis started to turn her head to follow him – only to freeze when she saw the outline of the house on the edge of her vision (and a gryphon, because apparently [i]that[/i] was a thing in this world). Her gaze snapped forward again and Artemis twisted her face into a scowl. She forced herself forward, passing the barrier and following the firefly path.

She didn't make it very far. Artemis could still hear the Witch speaking with the man when she pulled off the trail to press her back onto a nearby tree. Leaning on it, Artemis raised both hands to roughly run her fingers through her hair. What the hell, [i]what the actual hell[/i], was wrong with her? Walking away from someone willing and capable of helping her was just about the [i]stupidest[/i] thing she could've done. She had no protection, no shoes, no Lantern, and now she was going to die for what? Some existential meltdown? She could turn around and go back, she knew. Shame mixed with pride bubbled up in her chest at the thought.

Pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes, Artemis grit her teeth together. 

She'd meant what she'd said though. Artemis knew herself. She wasn't trustworthy, wasn't competent in the way these people needed. She couldn't be. The Lantern would be better off with the Witch and they could figure out their own problems. And Artemis had made it on her own in life for this long. So what if she was in a new world? It just meant the rules had changed. She'd already learned enough of them to figure out the rest. Artemis wasn't one to be counted on, but if there was one thing she excelled at, it was surviving. And if she didn't survive, then… she supposed it served her right after everything.

An echo of the Witch's voice sounded in her mind. She'd asked about the rabbit mask. If Artemis could use it. She had no idea what that meant. But she supposed there was one way to find out.

She untied the mask from the chain around her waist. Artemis raised it for inspection. The white face of a rabbit looked back at her. Artemis gazed at its empty eyeholes. She glanced from the mask back to the faint glow outlining the home. She could still hear the Witch directing the man. She stared for a breath before turning back to the mask. Turning it around, Artemis pulled the chord over her head and placed the mask on her face.