The dust settled around the maids, leaving them standing alone in the entryway. Catherine bowed - measured and careful - to the empty space before them. "As you wish, Miss Claire." she said softly.

And then the Master of the house appeared. Catherine turned in place, swiveling slowly around to lock her golden, shining eyes onto Cecil's face. For every step he took, she moved with him, always facing towards the young Master and never blinking. Or smiling. Or even breathing too visibly. Only after Alexis introduced herself did she lower herself into a poised, graceful curtsy. "Catherine Feliday. Miss Claire has deemed our orientation complete and rendered us fit for our duties. What are your directives, sir?"