Beatrix seemed rather conflicted upon having her head patted, her expression struggling to stick with either 'outraged', 'surprised' or 'mildly pleased'. Eventually, it seemed to settle on a bashful, blushing expression that in no way indicated she was happy for any kind of attention, and loudly cleared her throat.

"Y-yes, my bags... well," the demanding rich girl began, her directions faltering as her new servant simply rushed off with her stuff. Well... it was nice that she was so eager to serve now, but that wasn't the direction to her home!
"W-wait up!" Beatrix yelled, running after the girl. Her dress wasn't all that heavy or frilly, but it was still obstrusive enough to hamper her speed. And maybe wearing mostly black on such a warm day wasn't the greatest idea she ever had...