Artemis cringed, though nodded, making haste as she lead him down one street, then wove them through another, and soon the pair were in a more dingy side of the town, the only beings stirring were rats and one man snoring after having passed out from the effects of alcohol on his front stoop. She stepped around him, keeping close to Dietrich before pausing infront of her house and drawing in a deep breath.
"That's my house. THe one in the middle." she said, gesturing to the row houses, though they all looked the same, almost as if one dull, massive heap of building which was deceptive in itself, for each door partitioned one section of it, and there were a few stories worth of families here.
"We're on the first floor." But she hesitated, and didn't approach, knowing full well they'd all be sleeping, considering not a single candle was lit. This made her frown. They probably had no idea their daughter was in danger. They probably assumed she had been working late (which wasn't unusual). Her eyes flickered down to her boots as she hesitated.
"Perhaps... er.. I could just leave a note," she muttered beneath a whisper, feeling too anxious to go inside. "I think they are all sleeping."