Anya looked herself over as the woman stared at her. Was something wrong with her? She lifted her gaze and flushed as the woman was eyeing her up and down. "Wa' wrong wi'h me that ya not happy wi'h me?" She fell silent and looked at the woman as she started speaking. Speak properly all the time? What point was there? She was out on the streets again in a week...right? She listened to the woman. Looking up at her. Blinking a bit and tilted her head. She was all confused. She was well behaved. "Wha' ya mean by all dat?" She asked. "Why I gotta k'ow all dat stuff?" She asked. She was confused. Wait...what? She made a face. She was being treated like a kid. She was almost eighteen. Seventeen year olds didn't get spankings did they? She huffed a bit unhappily. Her fiesty part of her nature coming out. She looked at the woman like she sprouted horns. She looked at the maid and stayed quiet. She looked at the maid then looked down. Plopping down on the floor and gaaaaaaaaaaaaaahed. Sighing a bit. "Wha' I need ta k'ow all dat stuff for? Ain' gonna be he'e bu' a week. Then back ou' on da streets. I k'ow wha' da paper said. It said da setup wa' only for da week." She sighed and looked around quietly. Behave? She was not a bad teen just because she was on the streets. What she mean act? Act what? Speak...that wouldn't be overly hard as she could when around it long enough transition to proper English. She blinked a bit. She was okay at eating. She had some manners at least. How to go out in public? She was so confused. "my head 'urts. I dun unders'and why I gots ta learn all tho'e diffe'ent things."