my heart runs on gasoline vapors

Lefty follows her directions, trotting along at an easy pace despite the weather. They're feeling more confident, now, despite the situation.

When they see Basilisk, their ears pin forward, but this is the only outward signal of surprise. He's a big man, and Lefty doesn't flinch, approaching with a respectful posture. "That's me, yes." Their head drops, a little dipping motion.

"I understand I'm to serve as a slave for some time, until I prove I can thrive and succeed." Lefty doesn't mention that they, apparently, made a good impression. "It's good to meet you, Sir Basilisk. Is there... a title I should call you? I don't want to be presumptuous."