At first, Billie nodded her head rather quickly, absolutely ready to get out of Roslyn's greenhouse and out of trouble. She was sure that, the longer she remained, the more likely it was that she would be arrested or worse. However, the thought of Miss Hill (or whatever her actual name was) not being able to have any sort of proof that she had driven the rodent away, had her almost sulking. No rat, no pay. And a very angry woman. What a waste of a day.

Billie didn't want to press her luck, but she couldn't help tentatively and rather quietly saying, "I...I'll get right outta here, but, erm, Miss?" She paused, anxiously chewing on the inside of her cheek. "Ya...ya didn't see wheres that rat went or nothin' did ya? I can't go back empty handed, or--" She squinted about in the dim light, hopeful that she'd catch a glimpse of any sort of pest at all. "Ya ain't seen it have ya?"

The urchin scuttled back a few steps toward the door she'd barreled through, just in case she had been too bold in asking and had to make a run for it.