Re: 5th floor
"Yes?" It was a question: suddenly, she couldn't remember if she was Daisy or not. A good lady, of course; a virginal maid, absolutely; but just 'Daisy'? It seemed right, and yet, not.
"Are you going to work?" Another dubious question, and as soon as it was uttered, she realized 'work' was the wrong word. Dancing, sure, but a different kind...
Daisy shook her head and approached the other woman, her brows knitted with worry. "I'm not supposed to be up and out of my chambers--" This was starting to become ridiculous, but Daisy couldn't stop herself. "--only my maid wasn't around and something's wrong..."