Belinda nods at the bosses words, takes a final sip of tea and follow im into the dining room.  er mind is clicking, chuning, formng plans andiscarding them.  She walks a bit carefully, alert to the rather oddly erect way nobles carried themselves.  Stiffly, not loosely.  her ormal easy lose stride kept trying to emerge.  especially when she felt in danger.  Which was a constant now.