Chuckling at his comment, she looks up at him, her eyebrow quirking upwards.<strong>"Like this?"</strong>she says looking down at the dingy tunic she was wearing. Anyone might look at her and think the worst. After all, she was in a collar.<strong>"There is a reason why my previous Master never took me out. I'm not....normal,"</strong>she says, her fingers reaching up to touch her ears.<strong>"Maybe...you could go inside and get the food and then come back out...I am really hungry. I didn't eat...not there...they basically try to feed me hot garbage..."</strong>she says, her stomach growling.<strong>"I just don't want to embarrass you..."</strong>she adds, her cheeks burning with a deep red color as she looks down at her bare feet. Always bare. Her Master thought it would keep her from running away, but had she ever gotten the chance, she would've taken bloodied feet over perpetual capture any day.<br/><br/>She couldn't help but look up at him and wonder who he was. He did good for people? Had he done good for her, hadn't he? But why. she wondered, her head turning to the side as she looks up into his eyes. Maybe if she stared long enough, she could figure out who he really was.