Jeannie was conspicuously dubious about the leprechaun’s intentions, her doubt showing very clearly on her face. He was not only offering to lead her out of this place, away from the docks, which were not very nice at all, he was being nice about it. Almost gentlemanly. Which was not at all what he was usually like. It was very confusing. And she did not like it.
On the other hand, Jeannie had never been very good at being by herself. She did not like it at all. Maybe because she spent so much time in the bottle alone between masters, when she was not confined, she tried to spend as much time with people as she could. Mostly her masters, but Sir Guy was very kind in letting her be independent and help others so she could talk to all sorts of people. Even leprechauns.
Rather than be alone in a rather not nice place, Jeannie came to the conclusion that she was going to have to deal with a rather not nice person who was oddly acting nice. It was not a conclusion that she was pleased with, and that, too, showed on her face. She had never been good at keeping her emotions in check, either.
“He lives in a cabin,” she told the leprechaun. But she was not going to tell him where. Despite his current niceness, she did not want him to know where her master lived. “If I can find the park in The City, I can find my way home. But I do not know where it is from here. Do you?”
There. She had been polite in return. Maybe the leprechaun would learn some manners from this.