Artemis froze when she saw the child. 

[i]Shit.[/i]

Her eyes darted over the small body, taking in the runes, the collar, the messy clothes, the [i]glowing eyes[/i]. She was fairly certain that wasn't normal. Then again, few things were on this island. As part of her mind frantically started putting pieces together, another part was looking for options.

In her (admittedly limited) experience, half-feral dirty barefoot children tended to be Kith. She didn't see a mask, but that collar around her neck was dropping a few hints. 

Options. What were her options.

Fighting… was not an option. Artemis wasn't gonna fight a kid.

Turning her in… was just barely an option, but screwing over a kid like that left a bad taste in her mouth. Plus… Artemis wasn't exactly innocent here either – she'd broken in too, and was already known for stealing from Pirates. It'd be too easy for the girl to rat her out for being a thief. Although… the girl didn't necessarily [i]know[/i] Artemis was a thief. Artemis brushed that idea to the side. What did that leave her with?

Finding common ground.

Slowly, Artemis raised her hands up to the girl, palms open in a show of surrender.

[color=darkturquoise]"Hey, hey,"[/color] she whispered in a placating voice, [color=darkturquoise]"don't worry, I don't want any trouble. Sorry to barge in. I was just looking for somewhere to lay low."[/color] As subtly as she could, Artemis moved her legs under her, trying to make sure she was ready to move if this kid tried anything. [color=Darkturquoise]"If you don't want the company, I can go find somewhere else."[/color]