Marion did her best to suppress the frown as the girl's timidity. She wasn't sure if she was naturally like that of it if was a result of her treatment at the hands of the slavers. Hopefully it would be the latter, as that would mean that she would be less of a shrinking violet once she gets over not being in their clutches any longer. And, as much as she hated to admit it, even to herself, there was really no way that they could release her until and unless she could be made to be less likely to be simply captured again. That would be a terrible use for the two million he'd spent for her.<br/><br/>It rankled her to think that she was now in competition for her own husband's affections with a Catkin. And a slave, no less. The fact that she was currently also a shrinking violet only made it more irritating.<br/><br/>As they made their way back to the vehicle, she pulled out her comm and made the call back to the mansion, making all of the necessary arrangements, including one dish in particular considered to be a polite addition when entertaining Catkin and wanting to at least make a show of acknowledging their tastes.<br/><br/>Once they arrived back at the vehicle, however, another snag in her anniversary made itself clear: He'd brought the two seater. As she was not about to do the flying herself, the only other arrangement would end up with the new slave on her lap and without a safety harness. She let out a small sigh, a bit too weary by how the day had gone so far to be particularly upset at the new development.