"I would hope so." It was difficult to tell whether his tone was usual-cynical or outright suspicious, for it was how he typically talked to her regardless.

Despite having had so few questions when he hired her.

"You need to be faster in your work with guests, Miss Ward." He meant lying to his relatives about why they absolutely could not stay here, but simply following the less homicidal ones' orders would have to suffice. "The cabbage is being garnished from your wages." He did not mention the milk bottle she had smashed over Menachem's head, which had been far more of a product loss than the still mostly salvageable cabbage.

There was a pause, and he glanced down to his ungloved hands - unusual, but the fabric chafed the cut on his hand.

"Any word on the carpenter's hand?"