Hana looked around, almost overwhelmed. Not only was THE Thomas Wyse here, right next to her, but when she saw all the Guardians that he had accumulated in only a day or two, she lost all hope of ever being a Guardian. After all, who needed a busted up Ralts girl when you had all these other...<br/><br/>But she couldn’t dwell on that now. He’d just asked her if Artemis was giving her trouble. She shook her head vigorously.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">“No, no Sir! She actually helped me over here. Artemis, is it? Nice to meet you all. You’ve done a fine job on this girl, Sir. Whatever you’re doin’, keep on. Now, I wouldn’t want to hold you up, so I’ll go ahead and be on my-“</span><br/><br/>Did her ears decieve her...? Or did Thomas just ask if she needed help? She was thunderstruck as she stuttered out,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">“I-ah... w-huh? <i>You...</i> wanna help... little old </span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">me?”</span></i>She meant no disrespect by her words. In fact, she squeaked quite a bit as she asked him. Finally she said,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">“W-well... I guess. I mean, it really depends on your definition of the word ‘help’.”</span>Her face went redder than her little horn headpiece and matching bow.