Artemis felt a muscle go in his face. That hadn't been what he was referring to at all. Then again it was Badou--Badou who would twist anything around given half a chance and the right set-up. He let that one slide, though, in favor of:

"Setting things... on fire?" Artemis had been under the impression that they were going to get a file--not set one on fire. Though if Badou wanted to take revenge by setting his doctor's office on fire... Well, Artemis didn't have any moral objection to it. No one would be killed, after all.

"Well, if you like," Artemis said, chuckling to himself and pulling out his lock-picking syringe. "Which one is her office? I've picked the locks on these doors before, it shouldn't take me long."