Merope was completely fine as she could be until he answered the door opened and revealed the looming, towering frame of Jonathan Cane. Her mismatched eyes fixated on his face before slipping in without a word, feeling just awful for having intruded upon Jonathan's hospitality. Now that she entered, she removed her shoes that were definitely too big for her; they were a male's pair of working boots. Merope gently set them by the door in the smallest area where none of her filthy things could touch his own things.
Shrugging, she removed her coat, revealing her black dress that she'd worn when he met her, tattered on the ends and holding no sleeves. Merope folded in the sleeved, rolled it over her forearm and turned back to Jonathan, lowering her head,"I promise to clean and do whatever you want without complaining." Merope expected to have to work for her residence since nothing came for free, she learned that. There were no nice people in the world, all of them were selfish and she wouldn't doubt if Jonathan had other motives to helping her.
Jonathan's disposition just was better than most.
"I'll try to be good." She said openly, her own disposition had changed to what could be considered something of an appreciative house slave. Merope expected nothing from him as he was already doing something for her.