Siena walked quietly beside her new owner, her hips moving softly beneath his grip as she walked, her gait slightly different from the human woman's on the other side. She nodded softly, smiling timidly at him.<br/><br/>"That's very kind of you Sir, thank you. I...I would like to get word to my father that I am alive, and what has become of me, but I...I do not know how to reach him." She frowned slightly. "I don't even know where I am."<br/><br/>She felt his hand settle on the firm curve of her rear end, and made no effort to move it, not wanting to upset him, especially not as they were still within the market. She nodded softly. "I understand Master." She felt Marion's tension grow as they left the market, despite giving her a slight, grateful expression as she ordered a particular dish. It was a strange thing - it was both a polite nod to Catkin taste to order it, but over time, because of it's symbol as 'what the humans put out when entertaining us as guests', the prices of the ingredients had risen to make it a delicacy. It was both a kindness, and a subtle, perhaps even unconscious reminder of who now controlled the power and economy of this world. Still, it<em>was</em>very good.<br/><br/>When she saw the vehicle, she understood the woman's trepidation - would have understood moreso if she had known this was her anniversary. The vehicle was small, sporty, and ill-suited for a third passenger. At best, she could tuck herself into the passenger footwell, making what should be a luxurious ride faintly cramped. At worse, she would be seated on the woman's lap, a burden, a reminder of what had just been bought, and a dirty creature settled against an undoubtedly expensive dress.<br/><br/>Her voice was still timid, but matter of fact when she spoke. "There is a cargo bay Mistress." And, in many respects, she was cargo.