Viloet took it all with a grain of salt, slightly weirded out by the whole thing. She paled at the thought of either being killed or reduced to... one of<em> them</em>. As she moved alongside her employer cautiously throughout his 'tour', her lips pursed together tightly so as not to reveal any more of her shock. 'I'm never drinking milk again. At least not here. Or anywhere near here.' She thought, mouth widening and eyebrows furrowed alarmingly.<br/><br/>Just when Vilo thought things were getting back on track, the whole situation had been altered even further. She prayed it wouldn't only get weirder! ...This job was getting worse all the time. "Ah, Master." She said in her best attempt to assume a completely unjudging smile, "If I'm not going to be... doing<em>that</em>, and you're not going to... uh."<br/><br/>Don't say 'murder', don't say 'murder!'<br/><br/>"-not going to<em>fire</em>me, then... what now?"