Katrina kept the eye contact with Mister Ray. She knew she was just a girl. But she also knew she was not a child anymore. At least not like Emily. She could see it in the mirror, and she could feel it in the thoughts in her mind, thoughts she had not had before, and that she was sure her sister did not have. Shifting her focus away and back to the present situation, the girl kept her hands out and waited patiently for an answer.<br/><br/>When the tutor finally said he would spare her the cane for the day, Katrina showed a big smile and put her gloves back on, still keeping eye contact. "You are, indeed, a<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>nice man, sir", she agreed, holding back the urge to laugh. After his question about assisting her with anything else, the girl smiled one more time.<br/><br/>"No, sir, you have been of<span style="font-style: italic">great</span>assistance already. Thank you very, very much". With these words, the girl made a courtesy, the same way Mister Ray would remember seeing her make to her father. "Oh, and your tie looks perfectly proper, sir", she added, before darting away without waiting for an answer, and running up the stairs - another "bad habit" Lord McMillan wanted to see taken away from his daughter.