Oh. Mona did not appreciate that, least of all from someone who didn't seem to understand just how low on the totem pole she was now that she'd shown her true colors. She might have one of her father's hair colors, but that didn't matter at all. But that fact that she'd made an insinuation about her job performance was not one that Mona cared to take- she worked damn hard, and had survived because she had yet to make a mistake. But there was still that tiny little fear that whispered about Kastra being Gellert's daughter and how men of power were still fathers. "Quite. I'm sure you must be exhausted over being a dutiful daughter and rebel," she said, not sure just how much of Gellert's temper was in the girl.