Little did he know, manners were unnecessary for someone when they could pulverize 99.99% of shinobi. Maybe he'd learn one day, if he managed to live long enough for his voice to drop.

"Thanks," she said again. Her stomach, surprisingly, agreed with the thought of breakfast for the first time in decades a long time. "Lead the way, kid."

Servant? Thanks, no. She'd much rather someone who didn't fall to their knees the second she walked in the room. Respect was nice. Obsequious was uncomfortable.