Avenger didn't quite know what to make of her Master.
Compared to the first, she didn't seem to mind her company; the dark-armoured Servant had been allowed to guard and stand by the girl for the past few hours, just offering silent protection as she went about her business in the mansion. The two didn't seem to bother each-other, so that was something at least.
In regards to what happened in the mansion, Avenger could only muster up disinterest. Once she might have very violently objected to some of the goings-on in the place, but now she could hardly bring herself to care. Even when Vilka walked in on her uncle violently fornicating with one of the maids with Avenger in tow, she just stared without intruding upon the order of the mansion; what she had seen not so long ago was far worse than any of the debauchery she'd see around here, after all, and this act itself wasn't a whole lot worse than what she had been faintly aware of her Knights getting up to in life.
Eventually, however, her Master issued her orders.
"Understood." Avenger replied simply as she was given free rein, turning to leave the mansion as Vilka went off to do whatever it was she did late at night.