"Oh...that's okay!"  Ira said, eyeing the imp a bit more nervously and fidgeting at her stand.  Her eyes met the woman's again and she tried to stay chipper.  "And my name is Ira, miss!  Sarvos is my master."  She gestured to the door behind her which led to the kitchens.  The idea of such casual murder displeased her, but she knew this was the way it had been in the kingdom as of late.  "Can I get anything for you or your...friend?"