Rem bows slightly, her voice calm and polite. “Welcome. Let me know if you require anything.” Her smile is practiced, her posture perfect—but there’s a cold precision to it, too measured to be sincere.

She keeps her distance, hands neatly folded, eyes unreadable. This is just my duty. Nothing more.

After a pause, she adds, “I will ensure your needs are met,” the words smooth yet carrying the faintest trace of reluctance.