"If ye be needin' room service, please hesitate ta ask"

"Oh, I can only be so cheeky withou' 'im findin' out... buuut, I do like ta 'accidentally' throw away his 'special' magazines. After all I'm supposed ta do a thorough job as a maid, ain't I?"

"Considerin' I go through cleanin' tools like a mad man, I have as many as I need."

"I don' be havin' much time fer a hobby, between work an' more work."

"Ehehe. Yer a cheeky one aren't ye, Little Lamb? Canne imagine who sent this message."

"Oye, and ye certainly love ta be a nosy one don't ye?"

[She scratches her head]

"W-well... Err... I like 'im if that's what yer askin... It's more than that isn' it? Ughhh, fine, fine. Lemme think a some good words."

"I suppose I do enjoy how Gold... Well, he's not as perfect as he seems at first glance. Yet he's a genuine an' earnest soul an' I can appreciate that. I feel like I can trust 'im, an' I don' feel that too often towards the other guests. Hard not to respect someone with a high level of authority either."

"What I mean is... how do I put it. I feel safe when I'm around him in a house where I don't most a the time. Only other guest I feel safe around is Chef, though that wasn't always the case!"

"As fer how I met Judgment Boy Gold... Oye what a doozy that was."

"I was always aware of Gold prior ta meetin' 'im formally, but I was intimidated by his presence. What with the boomin' voice and shiny luster."

"The day we met, Gregory had me preparin' a room fer a new guest. When next thing I know I hear an awful crash behind me and dust blowin' everywhere. Lad fell right through the ceilin' onto the ground floor after his chain had broke."

"I had never seen 'im in a state so frazzled. he had... [she looks as if she caught herself from saying something, and paused before continuing]... broken some parts thanks to fallin' through the ceiling with some force. I had ta pic up the poor lad an' carry 'im all the way ta Welder ta fix 'im up."

"I think sayin' Gold was grateful was an understatement."

"Not fer free."

[The mun hands Maid a tenner which she pockets, this will only happen once]

"Ah lookit that, kettle's full again. Now lesse... Ye probably know about all the skeletons in that rat's closet, who else can I talk about?"

"Oye ye know who nobody ever talks about? Clockmaster, he's one'a the sloppiest, messiest drunks here."

"Now you may be thinkin', 'Oh but Mad Maid, aren' Cactus Gunman an' Gregory drunks as well? Oye, yer right, but neither be so called 'masters' of bloody time! How do ye expect ta clean somethin' when the blitherin' idiot is movin' time forwards an' backwards?!"

"Ye wanna know the worst part? He lets his son do all the tinkerin' around here so because he canne be bothered. Bloody 'Clockmaster', he deserves ta be hung on a wall."

"Oh I canne say that I'm fond a Gregory's little brat grandson either. Inflictin' misery on others runs in the family, except he thinks he can get away with it because he's a little snotty child! No amount a' 'I didn't mean it', an 'Oh so'n'so made me do it', an crocodile tears 'ill work on me."

"He doesn' want anyone ta know he keeps a hidden stash a goodies somewhere in the house. Most'a it stolen. I plan on cleanin' it out on a day he really tries to make me blood boil."

((Just talked about her friendship with Hell's Chef so I'll name some other ones here))

"Lesse... Well there's a Welder who lives in the basement and works on this'n'that down there. Doesn't much like bein' disturbed much like me'self, but they do make fer good conversation that one. Usually see 'em when they order meals through Chef as I'm the one deliverin' them."

"I don' much mind the Prompters runnin' around. Sometimes I have to keep the bloody things organized when it comes ta cleanin'. They're one of the few guests who make my job less difficult."

"...Ah right! Neko Zombie. I'd say we're on good terms. Gregory told me he's supposed ta be dangerous, but other than waxin' on about some jargon he's a pleasant enough lad. I do sneak 'im one er two meals just because it drives Gregory looney!"

[Mimicking Gregory's tone] "What are ye doin' feedin' that beast?"

"Well ye have ta feed yerself and I'd call a face like that pretty beastly. Hehehe."

"There's also the Thornes, who I suppose I can say 're me friends? They confuse me they rightly do. Some guests think they're a menace, some guests 're fond of 'em. I don' quite understand how they can be so nice despite this hell hole."

"They're... nice, but I haven' figured them out yet fer me'self."

"Then there's Judgement Boy Gold. Oye, I canne believe I was once intimidated by the lad. He's flashy an' sparkling an' all that, but he's actually like a giant golden puppy. 's a bit overwhelmin' it is."

"That isn' ta say I don' respect 'im, far from it. He just makes me heart feel fluttery and it's distractin'."

Mad Maid and Hell’s Chef are friends! He’s one of the few guests she’s genuinely friends with because she can actually stomach his meals.