Shaela nodded. "I imagine. No private residence has as many people wandering the halls as the Academy does." She tried to remain calm, polite, as he was, but she'd never been one to reach out unsolicited, not like this, and certainly not to someone who worked for the man who would as soon kill her as let her see Percy.
"How long, have you been a servant?"
It seemed an appropriate question. One they frequently asked each other at the academy, when one had been captured, caught, whatever.