Lida curtsied a little before sitting down. When she was asked questions in rapid fire, she began to answer them until she was told, with a gesture, not to. At the instruction to drink she swallowed and looked down at the tea. Then she reached out her trembling hands and gently took the cup the way she'd been taught and took a sip. She then set the cup down, making sure to put her pinkie under the glass as to not make the annoying clink.<br/><br/>She was nervous and it was apparent. She didn't want to be dismissed, nor did she want to be rude. She kept her manners as best she could, having gone through countless training sessions to achieve perfection in them. Even so, her hands trembled with how nervous she was and her eyes stayed lowered as not to offend the mistress. The only reason she would lift her eyes was if she was instructed to do so and she was unsure if she would be able to do it even then.