She did as he said and walked closer to his desk. It embarrassed her having her appearance evaluated, but she did her best to not show it. She stood still with her arms casually draped at her sides. Her eyes wandered the room. It certainly was more pleasant to the eye than her simple little bedroom, she thought.

Not that she was devastated over it, of course. She was determined to make it look more homey with some little decorations that she will have to buy at some point. For now, it was to remain as simple as a sheep.

Her gaze returned to her employer. [color=fff200]"Very well, Sir Studwick,"[/color] she said. Wanting to break the ice a bit, she added, [color=fff200]"I hope I am... up to par?"[/color] At the moment, she wanted nothing more for the evaluation to end. It was like being escorted to her room for the first time; how the passing servants' eyes were glued to her. Lisa wasn't made for the spotlight. She was a supporter, somebody who stayed in the background.

Absentmindedly, she reached up and rubbed her temples. She could feel a headache coming on. Hopefully it wasn't the beginnings of a cold or other illness, but that wouldn't be impossible. She [i]did[/i] walk over a mile in rain and hasn't gotten around to changing out of her damp dress. But it could easily also just be from traveling and the stress of adjusting to a new environment.

She lowered her hands. A sudden compulsion forced her to speak, [color=fff200]"I'm sorry about your parents."[/color]

Lisa looked at him, tracing over his aging features with her gaze the way he did to her. She kept her gaze gentle and brief before meeting his eyes.