Having decided to take a break from swimming, Artemis had begun to wander the beach. He was wearing only his swim trunks, seeming much more at ease with the concept than many of the other transports. On occasion he would stop to idly pick up a rock, as though his purpose in wandering about was in some way related to the mission at hand, though he was paying significantly more attention to the other individuals on the beach than he was to the rocks laying on the ground.

With everyone forced into one place like this (true, they could spread out within the confines of the Initiative's protective dome, but there were only so many places to go), this was the best chance he had since his arrival to take stock of the other Transports-- new and old alike. He was primarily seeking out any familiar faces who may have escaped his notice since his arrival, trying to determine who had been sent home in the time that he was gone. But on occasion, he would find himself subtly inspecting those that he did not recognize.

He found himself pausing when he spotted Thassarian. He could recognize a death knight when he saw one.

"Friend of Deathweaver's?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the other man.