Artemis stiffened as Elias approached her slowly, gaze flicking between them.
"Back. The fuck. Off." She murmured, a low growl in her voice. They were flanking her, intentionally or otherwise, and she wasn't comfortable with it. Her hands slid up her thighs, and she sat up straight, leaving a clear path to the gun holstered in front.
"You want to help?" She looked up at Elias, then reached slowly into her pocket, pulling out an envelope. "Send this to my father." She pulled a necklace out from under her top, pulling it up over her head, dropping it into the envelope and holding it out for him to take.