Anya frowned. "She ain' my mist'ess." She said with a huff. She scrunched her face up at the complexity of the books. Whimpering and laid her head down on the table. Sighing emeensely. "Ri'ht'. Ri'ht. Gonna do me so mu'h good on da streets." She said sadly. "Not re'lly. Be use'ess skill on da streets. Nobody hires ya if ya street. Fraid you gonna steal some'hing." She looked sad. Looking away. "I dun wanna husb'nd or wif'. Ain' that old." She said. Pushing the speech book away and looked at her. "That ain' gonna 'elp me! I need eye an' ear stuff. Ya got ta ta'k ta me." She said and crossed her arms. "And I can' read dat comp'ex books. I need eye stuff." She said. "Ya got ta show me." She explained. "I learn bet'er that way." She looked at her hopefully and warmly. Hoping she would help her learn easier. "Wha' she like?" She being the one the girl was calling mistress.