No! She wasn't alright! She was now angry herself. Pippa lifted her chin, indignation clearly written across her face. He had yelled at her. She had never in her life been yelled at, not by her parents, not by the staff. "Yes sir," she said stiffly, a warning spark in her eyes as she looked at him. Her lips trembled only slightly. She then jerkily started to clean the plate up, wanting nothing more than to charge off but doing her utmost, and that much was agonizingly clear, to keep from walking off and packing her belongings. "I'll have it cleaned in a moment, -sir-," she said, her tone still respectful but that anger showing through no matter how hard she tried.

And then she remembered their company, who was concerned more than irritated. At least someone was. She finished picking up the larger pieces and went to go get the broom and a dustpan, her head held high and her walk firm. When she was out of sight and earshot, she covered her face and began to sob.