All she'd ever known was the coldness of the dungeon, the harshness of the other slaves, and the cruelty that came with her views. Yet now? It was a curious light in her eyes that twinkled as she kept her fingers laced close together and followed in tow. ...The Master wanted to see her and the male at her side? Hum...He didn't seem particularly vicious as others that could have taken her in at the time -- a trait she was glad for. So, with a hope that should not be seen to a vicious strike or anything of the like, she spoke up in a gentle voice to the fanged superior guiding them through the halls.

[i]"U-Uhm, excuse me? If you don't mind...Could I ask if you've knowledge in regards to our presence being summoned?"[/i]

Surely...nothing bad, hopefully? She'd done her work with upmost attention, with a care and a determination that far out-sustained those of other humans upset with their current life (rightfully so, she supposed? She was content with hers). Braced for the worse of what could come if she'd hit a nerve, her hands brushed down the front of her uniform after a moment as a sort of nervous tic, gaze turning to the male beside her before taking a deep breath and recomposing herself with that perfect smile that she managed to keep under dire circumstances. Well, let come what would. She could only keep her hopes up, and keep her voice down.