Defying all of her training and gritting her teeth, she shook her head when he asked for a smoke. She wasn't going to give him one if she could help it, but if he pressed the issue she probably wouldn't be able to deny him much longer.
Now speaking of Ofdensen, she frowned. "I miss him too," she murmured. He'd been a good boss, been the backbone, the one who kept everything going smoothly. Her job here is a lot harder without him to delegate tasks and do all the thinking. Now recognizing the possibility that this could all fall apart, she bit her lip in depressed contemplation. "I miss Lord Nathan." She paused. "..And Lord Murderface. And the shows. I miss... brutality."
She shrugged it off. "There's nothing you could do to disturb my devotion or make me regret serving, my Lord. These new roadies aren't like the old ones exactly, but I know they feel it too, and will serve whether or not you ever play again. You have us 'til death." She couldn't say anything for the fans- she didn't know any on this world yet.