June's head tilted slightly as she considered him. Everyone at the hotel knew who Carey Rochester was, but this was the first time June had really seen him. Maybe he would pass by and she'd see him from a distance or in a crowd, but never close enough to really get a look at him. He was beautiful, like most of the people at the hotel. It sounded shamefully cliche, but it was the word best suited.
"Of course not," June shook her head pleasantly. He could handle a little scratch. Most children could handle a little scratch. It was that he decided he was not above said scratch that June found so intriguing. Realizing that she'd removed her nametag and that he had no reason at all to know her name, June chewed on her bottom lip in slight hesitation before introducing herself. "I'm June. I work for..."
She caught herself before she'd finished her thought and said your father. Instead she went with "--the hotel." A handshake seemed awkward and even silly (for June was still stuck in her prince and servant mindset), and June kept her hands determinedly at her sides.