[Working as a team. Beatrix issues a soft little scoff that dies about as quickly as she airs it. Mostly because she can't stand it when people use that kind of talk. There is, perhaps, some validity in such a statement, but she loves to work alone. She loves to live alone. She loves to do everything alone.

...Except none of that is likely true. Old habits simply die hard.]

You may accompany me. At the very least, we can feign that we are... doing as we are expected to in this place.

[A pause as she begins to pass him and she sets a gaze on him, though she doubts there's much that can be made out from behind her mask. Thank goodness for masquerades.]

Dare I inquire which house you are meant to be serving.