don't know, don't care

The male was none too pleased to be bumped into and didn't take her apologies authentically it seemed. She could be in real trouble this time if she didn't watch herself.

She struggled to gather her distracted and frustrated thoughts from the rope making and tried to shift into demure convenient slave mode, trying to gather the respect of those around her.

He asked if she was Basilisk's pet and quick confusion flashed over her features as she gathered the mental resources to answer him as truthfully as she could. Her literal mind grasped at the word pet and superimposed it onto her title. Made sense.  

"I...I guess? Yes? In a way I suppose? I'm Ignita. He calls me slave. Can I help you with anything....?" She asked sincerely. She didn't know his name or rank, she was always so absorbed in her head and projects. But Bas told her that she needed to comply with anyone's request as long as it didn't interfere with his own.

"Speech"