Mac sneered lightly at the analogy. "I don't like pills. I prefer Mary Jane. Or alcohol. But if I have to take a pill for certain reasons, well then, I have to, don't I?" she answered with a shrug. She didn't want to be living under the same roof of the man whom she nearly fought at her former master's house, in defense of her former master, but she'd bare it with a room like this to seclude herself into if need be.
Mac really didn't have any words. While she still hated the word, 'slave,' and she wanted to made a snide remark about her 'treatment,' she also didn't want to run the risk of having this taken from her. Instead she replied with, "Appreciate it? It's amazing! You decorated? I figure you'd hire someone with all of your money, but either way, it's just gorgeous, Rebekah. Thank you."