Nope still not it

Her ears couldn't press any further back if she tried. The other spoke and it sounded more like a beratement than anything. She really wished she wasn't so alone right now, if Rhyme was her maybe she would be okay. Even Vladimir would of been a welcome sight. She didn't handle anger from others well. Her head tilted and she did her best to not look at the woman. At least the last dominant figure she had seen in these lands had backed off when he realized what he was doing to her comfort levels.

She kept her scarred lips closed to try to appease this woman. She had no clue why she was so angry either. Then she commented about Eulogy's scars and she wasn't sure she wanted to answer. But a good slave always answered and did as they were told. "From my training.... my masters wanted me to know what my job was and how to serve best...." She was no more than a breeding bitch, though if she found Rhythm and Rhyme that might change. Obviously if they asked what she wanted to learn it was more or less politics and to hunt, though she wasn't sure her nose even worked. She wasn't even thinking that if she didn't find them fast someone might take her prisoner and use her for anything they wanted.