Artyom just blinked his eyes. Straightening his back, Artyom thought about what to say for a moment. "I am just another pawn in this mission. Just like you are then..." he said... his tone of voice absurd with belief of what he just said. "But you may call me Artyom... Artyom Valentine, Is suppose it would be good for you to know my specialty. whether you are the boss or not. Am I right?" he said calmly. Artyom had never really met someone that was going on a mission beside him or against him... and was so strangely nice and innocent. "My skill set involves usually stealing something for somebody. Or, in other words. Being a sneak, a scoundrel, a thief and a crook, I am also good with some knives, throwing them or not throwing them. Also a bow too" he shrugged.<br/><br/>"IF I can find the right stuff... and only if. I may create specialized knives and arrows.... but the material will be hard enough to find on the Island as it is, so I highly doubt that will happen." He said in a half laugh. He was not really joking, but he needed to make himself more friendly if he was to cooperate with his new team. "So, basically. I am your Tactical specialist. In explosives and anything to do with being quiet. Getting off a few arrows and knives into some Zombie heads, also I can be your chemical expert... but, you may take your pic of what to call me." With that he rose his left hand as if to shake hers. "So, what do you do?" he asked.