The girl glared, looking him over. He was one of authority, that was something she could be certain of. She sat up, still staring the man down even as he asked for her name and her abilities. 'They take my home, my family, and now they enslave me!' she thought furiously.<br/><br/>She extended her shackled hands, still red with blood from her fight. "I can butcher." She spoke with a straight face, a serious face, one that seemed too serious for one of her age. She was smart, experienced enough that she could figuratively get her way out of this mess.<br/><br/>Her previous statement was meant to scare, to intimidate him into leaving her to mourn her father, but she could see he still wanted the question answered, "I can cook, clean, all the things men like you would expect."