It took a few moments for Artyom to notice she was talking to him. Though when he realized Maria was speaking. He dropped his hand and shrugged. "You have nothing to be sorry about" he said softly. "We are how we are, I mean... I could have been nicer to people and tried to understand them a great many times... like the one moment when I was given a mission to sneak into- well, basically a fortress and steal some type of crown thingy" he said to her. His voice more serious then welcoming as it was when he first talked to her. "I broke in, stole it... and did what I was asked to, I mean... I needed food, so, the money I got paid was my food and water money." He sighed slightly.<br/><br/>"I never thought about why he wanted the crown until I heard that he used it to hire a bunch of mercenaries and assassins. To murder the guy I stole the crown from, and his whole family..." Artyom adopted a sort of self angry expression. As though he was mad at himself. "Two daughters and a son..." he murmured. "My point is, I get where you are coming from... if I had paid attention instead of being blinded by trusting my employer... I would have seen what he was dong and that he was just out to kill the poor family and take there riches. You just do not want to be betrayed or fooled in the long run, or you are just upset about something from a past event of trusting when you should not have... I suppose I can relate to both of those" he said with a serious look to her.<br/><br/>"Especially with that dude Jack back there" he murmured more to himself, though he knew it would not matter if she heard him or not. "Just between us, I believe Jack may end up getting us all killed" he said as he looked back toward the guy. "Though, I have been through countless situations with someone like him from my Tactical Team. A guy named Cherkovski Levkova... long story, it involved a fishing net and some- um... what is that word... oh yeah, Butter. " he whispered. "Anyway, I should be the one apologizing... also, sorry for talking so much. You probably wanted me and the others not to talk about our life like you said you did not at the waiting room... Its just." He paused in talking for a moment. "I have not spoken to somebody freely in a long couple years... actually, for most of my life. Also, you should be glad to know that me being open with someone I barley know is a good sign... for you anyway, usually I just look menacing and formidable at people before I beat the living day lights out of them" he finished.