When the Overseer motioned towards the pail, Sommer almost dropped it as it were on fire, then quickly steadied herself and placed it on the ground next to her. She rose back up and stood stiffly still while he stepped towards her, Sommer tensed, fighting the urge to run for the door with every fibre in her being.<br/><br/>Sommer watched him carefully, wanting to run, but too terrified to do any such thing. His words and his expression were calm, friendly, even soothing, yet Sommer couldn't help the feeling she felt, like a mouse trapped in a corner by a cat just waiting, toying with it's prey. While he talked he walked around her, she could feel his eyes, studying her. It didn't have the feeling of some of the others who saw her merely as their next conquest, this was... different. While he walked behind her she kept her eyes forward, trying to relax, she needed to relax!<br/><br/>Suddenly, he was in front of her again, and too close, she had to tilt her head up to look into his eyes which she did for only a moment before looking back down towards the floor. Was she happy? All this talk of gossip? Did he want her to spy? She thought he must have cameras and microphones all over the vault... maybe not? The thoughts whirled in her head when she remembered his question. Was he serious? Nobody had ever asked her that before, not that she could remember. As far as she knew nobody cared if Denizens were happy, so long as they did their jobs. She waited, thinking of how to answer before deciding to respond honestly, "I... don't know sir."<br/><br/>She shifted uncomfortably and took a half step back, knowing her answer wasn't nearly good enough, and added, "It's not my place to complain sir, I'm just here to serve, like Miss Stone says we should."