“Good idea. Let’s just try being friends with the janitors! ...That might be hard for me, but I can try.” Artemis said with determination. She had begun to lead Benjamin back to the living space, focusing on not looking too suspicious, when he had asked her a question.

Thinking it over, she smiled a bit. “I read a lot. There’s actually good books around here, it’s just a matter of searching and luck. But there’s also this garden that they have in the back. It’s not big, but the garden has some flowers. I like to take care of them every once in a while... And I write sometimes. But I mostly keep to myself. My anxiety doesn’t let me be social.” She turned to him and smiled. “But apparently you’re the only exception.”