Misa doesn't like this place. She doesn't like it and she wants to go home. There will be tarts at home, and Bothanian peaches. She'd kill for a peach right now.

Well, maybe not kill...

"Are you asking or telling?" She snaps, wanting to be in a place where she is in charge, or at least to a point. She is used to bossing around older people. Mostly, the courtesans humor her, unless it's for the good of the house, or she's bringing orders from Mistress. But this... boy is not of the house, she doesn't have to be nice.