I listened to him talk as I we walked and toyed with the strap of my purse. as he talked about service skills I sneered to myself, he made it sound so clean and normal like learning how to be a good host or something of that nature.<br/><br/>He asked me a question and I smirked "Nothing that isn't noted in my file, several times most likely. And I'm not really interested in talking about my service skills." I said dryly remembering 'Owner' reading me the letter he was sending along with my application. It described basically what a pain in the ass I was, how defiant and mouthy. It had been meant to scare me, he was trying to make me beg him to change it but like many of his plans it failed, my attitude problem as everyone saw it was my favorite part of my personality. My remarks back to him had cost me the ability to sit for several hours but it wasn't anything I wasn't used to.<br/><br/>I followed behind Goodfellow memorizing the lay out of the place noting the different buildings and paths and wondered what he had planned for me. A sly smile teased the corners of my mouth and my eyes twinkled lightly, it didn't matter if 'owner' sent a letter using the foulest most degrading language he could find he'd made one huge mistake in this whole think. While I may be scared I was far more determinded not to let these people break me.