Artyom was sure that when Eve presented her phone to him that he did not reach out the correct the screen. Phones were expensive, as Pyotr had shown them when he accidentally flushed his, so he certainly did not want to make enemies of coworkers just yet. Add on to that that, if they were having similar problems as he was, he did not want to find out in the middle of a fight because he couldn't afford to pay for the damn thing. But, once he leaned forward the right amount to properly see the screen, he nodded towards it. "0937's me," he offered up after the Irishwoman gave her name. "I am Artyom Yohzin." He sat there for a moment, thinking, seeing if the bits and pieces the two had offered up fit with what he remembered.<br/><br/>"I don't know where we were, or when we left, but I remember two or three of us moved around the back while the other two waited out front. I tried to lie my way past and ended up getting into a fight," he said. "From there, it gets a little blurry until we opened this lead lined crate. I wrapped the... whatever it was, a rock I guess, in something, we walked out, and then I woke up to my sist-" Artyom didn't want to give away that personal information so soon, but wrapped up in this story, he seemed to have forgotten that detail. "... my sister threatening me with a knife because I came home so late." Artyom sighs. "So yeah, rough late morning and bits of information that should be there but aren't sums up my day," he said, sitting back in his chair once again, keeping his hands firmly in his pockets.  "As for Tyler, don't know how you all got involved, but I went to Tyler. He's a friend of someone I know, and I heard he offered protection and money. I'm guessing he's either our new superior, or he's just the guy that makes things happen."<br/><br/>Artyom wanted to just put the idea that something was different in the back of his mind and treat it as some hallucination or dream from whatever fucked up thing left them all with this hangover. However, that was soon put to rest. For, as the others were talking, Artyom resorted to playing with the lint that was in the pockets of his coat. Just as he was about to pull on out to idly toss to the ground, the separated piece of lint simply vanished from in between his fingers. "Aside from the missing memories... have any of you had anything else weird happen this morning?" Artyom interjected into the conversation again with, apprehensively waiting to see the reactions his vague question would produce. And, just in case he needed proof, his eyes glanced about the table they were around, looking for something insignificant enough but large enough to show it was not simply slight of hand.