"Must you interrupt my research?", spoke a cold, female voice. The owner was examining something in a vile, something others would likely do well to avoid touching. She sighed and relented before long, however, and set her work aside, packing away her various gear and making her way to the bathhouse. She arrived not long after Aegon, she simply walked into the room and waited silently for their orders. She never was one known to be especially chatty, and made no exception, now. She made no grand gesture of loyalty, made no declaration of her intent to serve, she didn't even make an attempt to provide a pleasant greetings. She simply made her way in, ignoring the lurid glances from men in the bathhouse, her calm, cold demeanor likely adding to her appeal for some men, the type who enjoy hard-to-get girls. Once she was inside the secret room, she found no need to make pleasantries, her employers knew by now she'd follow orders, and she knew she'd receive them. She never quite understood the human need to say things for the sake of saying them, to make small talk and pointless conversation. It seemed like such a waste of time and energy to her.