"Oh..." Tristan felt nervous, did Sienna think he wasn't doing a good job? Indisposed? "Um, no ma'm, I'm well enough to work. I didn't mean to seem like I can't or wont do my job, because I can." his voice was growing in volume, sounding a bit anxious. What if she fired him? What would he do then? All this time here gone to waste... Well not all but...still.

Thoughts swirled around his head. I knew it was too early to come back-
The question broke his train of thought. Question. What was the question!?

Racking his brains for the list, he suddenly remembered. And chuckled. But as he saw her serious expression, Tristan dropped all humor from his face. "I don't..." he started, head shaking a bit, wondering if he could get away with trying to dodge the question, "Um, no nothing that I could see... Only a good...no..." he shook his head more determined now.

Remembering his manners, he started, "I'm really sorry Miss Knoll, I didn't mean to stick my ugly nose where it didn't belong..." he felt his cheeks flush, but when that happened it wasn't noticeable, thank goodness.