Re: Holding Pens: Buffy
Buffy turned at the sound of another voice to see a very tall man approach her stall. It was hard not to look a little taken aback at first. Was he agreeing with her? She'd assumed any potential buyers would all be very much of the mind that slaves weren't supposed to talk back. She'd been very prepared to give said buyers all of the very creative piss and vinegar she could muster. Actual conversation? She hadn't exactly been ready for that. He was clearly playing nice to throw her off guard. That had to be it.
The handler for his part seemed equally shocked and instead opted to take a step back, watching their interaction with no small degree of interested. Obviously he hoped to make a quick sale but didn't much want to jeopardize his chances by being too pushy.
"That's what I've been saying," Buffy answered with the brightest smile she could manage, thankfully fairly quick on her feet. "But I really shouldn't complain. I got upgraded to the private suite, and I get some one-on-one bonding time with Grumbles over here. We've become fast friends."