Any pretense of a friendly or placating smile Argent had been trying to maintain fell away as the angel got up and started to *leave*. "My rooms are not that way." She called, but there was a tiny crack in the friendly ever so polite girlish tone in her voice. There's was a hint of desperation yes, but frustration and a little bit of anger Argent was oh so careful to compartmentalize away usually because anger wasn't allowed either. She was amused or bored or playful but always pleasant and pleasing. She looked around for her guards, not seeing them, she went chasing after her new charge. "My rooms are not this way!" She repeated, less desperate and more frustrated and insistant now. Her tone was dangerously close to sounding like the passive phrase was an order to stop and follow.