"I will survive, somehow," she lamented, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead dramatically. Honestly, the doctor, hot or not, was not her type anyway. That one'd not be interested in quiet days or honest work or, to be truthful, the poor country girl she'd always be no matter how much the Harpies paid her.
"Sounds like all sorts of fun," she said as he headed toward the door. Valmae waved jauntily at him and barely waited until he was out of sight to start plotting her way out of the place.