Fionna, while annoyed at herself for being disturbed on Jone's perception of her... As a slave, waited for the Lord to excuse himself.
It was very much disrespectful for one to leave without having a say so by the one higher than you at the moment.
She watched as his jade green eyes carefully observed her. In her uniform. Neither baggy nor too tight for her... Just a perfect fit for her.
He looked bitter, as though her presence itself pissed him.
The courage she once had, had for some reason faded away knowing her rights as a princess was useless at basically everywhere she walked into... She is just a slave now.
She recalled how she had barked at the guard but later on pleaded with her escort... Also how she had asked Jones why he needed a princess for a slave whereas he had not
