<br/>I frown at the maid, irritated by her continuing uselessness. "You are hopeless." I say, pushing past her. It's not really the maid's fault, but I don't have the patience for it tonight. "Can you tell me where the guests would be most likely to gather in the morning?" I pause, softening my features. No point completely burning this bridge. "Sorry, I'm a bit flustered tonight - I just mean to ask the general layout of the place. I was expecting company, you know... I'm a bit out of my depth."<br/><br/>I smile as nicely as I can... I'm ready for anything, and this silly little maid offers me nothing but annoyances. My fingers tap impatiently as I await a response, my friendly smile pasted on. Back home, she'd be scurrying at my slightest word, and not because I'd leave her a better tip - because she'd wind up blackjacked and tossed in a river if she didn't. The thought helps make my smile a bit warmer as I wait.