"It's quite a big deal. I've never lost control like this. For Artemisia to transform I had to accept myself, this..." she shook her head. "It shouldn't be. I know there are things I've found myself conflicted on but nothing that should have resulted in such a scenario. Had others been around someone could have died." The insensitivity of the statement was completely lost on her as the pounding began to increase in her head. It felt as though something was trying to rip through her brain and she tried to squeeze her eyes shut as if that would shut the whispering and pounding up.

The temperature began to drop as her thoughts raced to all of the doubts she'd thought she'd long since reckoned with. Would she be able to redeem the Kirijo Group? Live up to her father's expectations? Was she failing here?

"I waste so much time here on personal pursuits when there's so much we should be looking into. Ways to return home, ways to fully fix this place..." things that were so much more important than learning to cook or create or even her own feelings for Shinjiro. Ah, those feelings. They were wrong in themselves. After all she was part of the reason he was actually dead. Besides that she was a Kirijo, he'd already made it abundantly clear there were things about her status that made him uncomfortable. How could she blame him with how little she knew about what it meant to be a normal individual. Besides, she knew how most saw her: the ice queen. Then there was his friendship with Akihiko and--

As her thoughts reached a climax Artemisia burst forth again, this time with icy whip at the ready, aiming straight towards Shinjiro.