The woman behind her laughed. "Sorry, but the situation has changed. I'm the one giving orders, now," she said. "For two reasons. The first is, I'm the captain of this vessel you're on," she said, as she sauntered into view, wearing a rather flamboyant outfit, that included an odd-looking hat with a feather sticking out of it. "And, secondly, because I own you. You are mine, to do with as I please. And whether or not you enjoy it depends very heavily on whether or not you make me regret that purchase." Her voice was pleasant, but carried a definite undertone of threat. "Or have you already forgotten how you got here?"