"Power?" She gulps. No. Nope. Nuh uh. Not possible. She doesn't have any power. She may not call herself a slave, but she knows what other people think about the auction.

She flinches at the dark emotions radiating from him and takes a step back, almost expecting a slap, like she did something wrong to bring them here. "I'm sorry, sir, I don't understand. You think I have power? And I'm no hero." She's not. Heroes do grand things, not grow up to be Mistress of a house, even if it is the Premiere House of Canto Bight.