"Im...im wha'?"

The question blurted from Billie's mouth before she could stop it. From the puzzled look on the child's dirty face, it was clear she wasn't sure what exactly Roslyn meant. The woman's question, at least, was one she could understand, and the child rather quickly relayed the answer. "Them folks who is behind ya sorta. A Miss Hill is the one who asked me to get a rat outta her kitchen."

She wasn't sure if Miss Hill was the woman's correct name, nor was she sure if she was the mistress of the house or some sort of hired help. Either way, Billie told the truth about her current employer. "But I work for myself, kinda." She added, not wanting to get someone else in trouble for her mistake.

The waif allowed her shoulders to relax just slightly after Roslyn put the trowel away, but they scrunched back toward her ears once more as the woman soon placed her hands to her hips.