"No, not romantic. Were we listening to the same story? He was just pretending to be interested so he could steal my notebook, thus sabotaging my story entirely."
Of course, Lois forgot all this as Jeannie started to babble on. She pulled out her own notebook and looked over at the blonde.
"Your... master?" she asked. "You have a master?"
she didn't like the sound of that at all. If this woman was a slave, well then she was going to make sure she got her freedom. True freedom, not just perceived freedom granted by some mysterious 'master.'