As a stark contrast to Leonora's own lengthy ramblings, the woman who'd come for her offered only a few words in greeting. Namely, she offered a name, followed by a curtsy that was far more practiced and proper than the one Leonora'd saluted her with. The girl felt her face heat up just a tad from poorly concealed embarrassment over her lackluster performance, but she willed it away before it became too visible - or at least, she hoped she did. 

"Miss Richards, then," the girl repeated, more to herself than to the other. She didn't have a natural knack for remembering names, and often had to repeat them over a few times before she could truly claim she'd mastered them. And, this being her new master, she felt it was vital to start that process as early as possible. 

So, as Tara prepared to pay for her purchase, Leonora focused on repeating her name and looking everywhere except at the money. Despite her earlier preparations and already resolving that there was no other choice than this, she still felt rather sick at the thought of a human being exchangeable for wealth - particularly so because this human happened to be she, herself. She didn't want to know the sum they'd placed on her, not know the 'value' they'd tagged her with. After all, no matter what it was, she would feel it insufficient. Any normal human would.

"Come."

That simple word was enough it took to snap the girl out of her thoughts. She scurried after - and in front of, once instructed to do so - Tara, not bothering to look behind her once the two exited the building. She would not miss the place, not one bit, and she let it show by flipping the bird at the people behind her moments before the heavy door closed with a distinctive, final clang. She got under the umbrella when offered and, eyes closed, breathed in fresh air. The rain had purified it nicely, and the wet scent lingering in the air smelled of a new beginning. Or... something. 

She might have read a few poem books too much again.

By the time the car finally pulled up and came to a halt, Leonora had finally heard from Tara that she was not her new master; rather, Tara was a servant herself, and the woman in power was waiting inside her house. From what she'd asked and Tara had told her, she was a rather strict individual. [i]Oh, no,[/i] Leonora had thought instinctively upon the revelation. [i]I'm not good with those types...[/i]

Nevertheless, once she stepped in front of her new master, she did her best to be polite. Just like before, she bent her knees in to a curtsy and, this time with lightly less volume and enthusiasm, greeted her with a still cheery: "Good day, miss!"

Coughing to clear her throat, she continued. "I am...! Aaaah, I mean, my name's Leonora Winfield. Yeah, a bit of a mouthful, ain't it? You can shorten it, if ya want." She flinched a bit upon realizing she might have come off just a tad too daring, and quickly corrected herself with: "Ah, so, not that... you wouldn't shorten anyway, if you wanted to, I mean, hey, you're the boss! Uh... Anyway, I'll be doing my best. Nice to meet you." 

Nervous and not really knowing what else to do, she went and offered another curtsy for the hell of it.