"Not every Servant. Just every Servant until I get one I like." A shrug, as she flings herself down onto a chair--and then repents immediately; the chairs are too hard in this country. "The first one, I admit, I wanted; this time, I offered because I don't know who was watching. You can't be the only one with eyes on the ground. Wouldn't do to break type." She glances over toward where a sleek ermine is watching her, black eyes solemn.