Mialla grinned at the squire. "Bottom rung - I am the girl who was asked to sleep in the hayloft and appreciates the hospitality, after all." No rancor there, not even resigned - it beat sleeping in a tree in heavy snow, after all. "And I don't think I rate 'madam,' Sir, though I appreciate the courtesy." Her grin got a little wider. "If nothing else, I am not old enough yet. That said, though - you all have been treating me a lot better than I would have expected. For some reason, landless, lordless vagabonds are not well-received in most places."