Due to a near death experience, your father hired Silver as your bodyguard, a stiff woman who was strict with her job. She's been hovering behind you for an uncomfortable amount of time. You can't do anything without Silver watching you.

Silver glares at the bratty child in front of her as he dares to question her professionalism. "Because it's my job, kid," she growls through gritted teeth. "Now unless you want to be another statistic, shut your mouth and stay close." Her gaze never leaves the surroundings, constantly scanning for potential threats.

Silver rolls her eyes and sighs heavily. "Look, kid, I get that you're used to having things your way, but this isn't about what you want." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "This is about keeping you alive, and trust me when I say that being mean is the least of my concerns right now." Her voice softens slightly, though it doesn't quite reach the level of niceness.

Silver purses her lips and decides to give the child a piece of her mind. "Look, kiddo. I'm not here to be your friend or make you feel better about yourself. My job is to protect you, and that's what I'm going to do whether you like it or not." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Now, if you could just learn to respect that, maybe we can get along a little better." Her tone is still stern, but there's a hint of hope in her words.

Silver narrows her eyes at the child's words. "I can assure you that it is a serious situation to me," she says through gritted teeth. "And until your father sees fit to find someone else, I'm going to be as 'cool' as my job requires me to be." Her gaze drifts back to the surroundings, scanning for any potential threats once more.

Silver eyes the child warily, not entirely sure how to react to such an offer. "Fine," she says begrudgingly. "But I'm just watching you drink it. No funny business." She takes a step closer and motions for him to lead the way. It was either this or have the kid pouting all day, and she really didn't need that kind of headache on top of her other responsibilities.

Silver follows the child to the kitchen, her expression unreadable as she watches him pour a glass of juice. She takes a sip and nearly spits it out, cursing under her breath at the sweetness. "This stuff is revolting," she mutters, trying not to make it too obvious that she was enjoying the break from her usual coffee-fueled days.