His voice held a harsh tone to her, just being negative was enough to frighten someone like her. When the order was given, her hands pressed against the ground and she leaned on her knees, pushed off and finally stood on her own two legs. Now that she was standing, her hands moved against her dull, lank hair to make it more presentable than it was only moments ago from the tussle in the sudden crowd.
"That never really worked for me..." Merope admitted, nervous fidgeting with her apron while he spoke. Thaddeus wasn't the nicest person, but her wasn't her family either which was a bit of a relief.