Artemis grew more and more weary as the conversation went on. She would do anything at this point to just leave the room altogether. "I-I don't know what to think about my medicine.." She began to speak. "I-I know that my anxiety is still bad, and you can p-probably tell.." Artemis grew a bit flustered, since her stammering isn't really giving her a good look. Along with the fact that she can't make eye contact really makes things worse. "The medicine designed to h-help me sleep is not working either. I-I think maybe a slightly h-higher dose might help, I-I don't know." Artemis thought about it a bit more, rubbing her elbow as she looked at the ground in thought. "M-My anti-depressants are helping though. I-I don't sleep all day like I used to, a-and I don't get negative thoughts... Aside from my a-anxiety, anyway.."