For the hundredth time Artemis tried to move her hair out of her face, but an odd phenomenon was happening where her hair continued to cling to her cheek, her clothes, or even stand on end. Artemis couldn't understand it, it was as if her hair had a mind of it's own and they refused to return to their calm relaxed state. How were gorgons able to stand having snakes for hair?<br/><br/>When Artemis asked Liam what was happening, he described how it must be static from the chair. Hearing that it was some small form of electricity, Artemis wondered if Zeus was trying to use this static as a way to pester her after so long.<br/><br/>Artemis sighed, she was far from comfortable on this plane, her clothes were no exception. Out of curiosity and at Liam's persistent request, they finally got her normal clothes. The clothes humans wore were very restricting in movement so it took sometime for Artemis to settle with wearing leggings for they were very easy to move around in, and her wool sweater did a fine job in keeping her warm. The only thing that Artemis was stubborn against wearing, was a bra. She hated it. It was tight, making it difficult to breath, and she didn't understand the necessity of it. Liam's mother was the one that was able to convince Artemis that she must wear it to blend in. Even though Artemis reluctantly complied, she still didn't understand the reason to why wearing a bra was so important. Artemis frowned as she tried to heave in a heavy sigh but felt the bra strain against her chest.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">"So Barcelona, Spain..." he mused. "I wonder why that place was chosen. Well what do you think of the flight so far?"</span><br/><br/>Liam's words brought Artemis's attention to him and she was at first glad for the distraction, but immediately glared at him at his question wondering if he was trying to make fun of her discomfort on the plane. But he tensed as the plane started to land and he was incredibly nervous. Artemis also tensed but she was only preparing herself for any possible dangers. If only she had a chariot.<br/><br/>The plane finally settled and so did Liam as he started to relax a touch more. Artemis watched as he got out of his seat and grabbed their things. He held his hand out to her, which she took. Liam from what he said and what she's witnessed was very much a gentlemen and she felt fortunate to have a caring master.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">"So the war starts once we get off, correct?" he asked her in a low voice, almost a whisper. "Where should we head first?"</span><br/><br/>"We need to find a place to stay and call our own before we plan further." Artemis answered immediately with the same volume.<br/><br/>Following after Liam, she noticed how he always checked her, making sure that she was close and she frowned at this. That was the only downfall to her master's character, he was too caring and has shown a concern for her safety when that role goes to her. He shouldn't be worrying for her for if the time ever comes, it will be her that will sacrifice herself to protect him.