...alright so this was the obvious test after all and doing something with the clothes would have failed it exactly as expected (shiver) ('the mage thinks she gets to 'like' what clothes she gets...').

She's not sure if this is an order to not apologize until they start yelling at her. Which would be unpleasant, if so; the point of being sorry ahead of time is generally having some hope of ameliorating the 'telling'. Maybe that's why they don't like it or something, if they don't. (She might think they don't like her 'making a judgement' about if she's done something wrong, given the context, but if that was it she'd expect an order delivered much more emphatically.)

Continuing to look down hard. "At your disposal, Braska, sir."

Branka, well used to how “broken-in” enslaved mages thought, chooses not to push her. He wants her to be comfortable, but this will take time. 

“All right. Go back to eating, if you like.” He turns to his daughter and Andrew, and eases back into conversation. 

Well now she has no idea if she's supposed to keep eating or not, and either seems like a very wrong answer.

She still probably shouldn't kneel.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand."

“Are you hungry? Honest answer please.”

She has eaten enough for standard upkeep and small amounts of magic. Eating more would be more optimal alimentation for more magic.

(Flinch at 'honest answer please'. Nonverbals - she is obedient and well contained and taught better, she knows not to lie...)

“We want to make sure you’re comfortable. That means new, well-fitting clothes and plenty of good food. Nothing more. If you’re not hungry, you don’t have to eat. If you are, please, enjoy it. We aren’t big on restricting meals.”

She interprets this as probably them having their own ideas about good mage alimentation or something. Her clothes totally fit fine - the kidnappers didn't take her CIA issued ones away, and she wouldn't work as effectively if her clothes were in the way would she. She has no idea why someone would think 'new' was somehow alimentation relevant but she isn't imagining she gets to ask. ("Nothing more", or course.)

If she has more food than she needs it won't likely be a problem. If she's called on to do more magic and didn't eat enough - well the problem won't actually show up so acutely but it's still the worse of the two failure cases.

"Yes Braska, sir." She finishes the food she was given.

Not long after that, everyone else finishes too. The servants gather plates and dishes, heading back into the kitchen.

Andrew leaves the table with a yawn and a quick hug with Yuna. 

Once he’s gone, Braska leans on the table, and looks at Elvira. “What were you trained as?”

There's clearly some significance to them having Andrew leave first, though she isn't sure what it is. (Shiver at the hug.)

He obviously already knows she's a field mage; they bought her. Might not know the rest of her history, given black market. Doesn't matter much to the question answer.

"Field mage, Braska, sir, by the CIA. And I was designated to the Authority of Mages, before my redesignation."

“Were you sold to the black market by the CIA?”

She has no idea why he's asking her this ('he is actually that ignorant' seems unlikely to be it).

"I was stolen, Braska, sir." She adds neither 'that's how the black market works' nor 'when the CIA sells field mages they just do it', because she's not an idiot either.

“Do you remember who kidnapped you?”

Is she supposed to not? But this isn't something she'll try lying for. "I was sold directly by those who stole me, I think, Braska, sir."

“Do you remember what they looked like, Yuna?”

Yuna nods. “I left the transcript in your computer.”

“Excellent, thank you dear heart. Elvira,” he says, turning back to the mage. “Were you in the field when they caught you?”

She highly doubts the kidnappers were wearing their own faces, but her contribution wasn't asked for.

(At this point she'd suspect them of mage kidnapper entrapment if their behavior toward her (and Andrew) wasn't so bizarre. Maybe they're trying private mage kidnapper blackmail or something?)

"No, Braska, sir." 

“All right. Thank you, that’s all for now. I may have some additional questions later in the week, if you don’t mind the imposition.”

Shrinking and letting herself shake. "At your disposal, Braska, sir."

Braska frowns sadly. "Never disposal, Elvira."

He checks his watch. "I'm going to head to the study for a few hours, some work needs to be finished off. I'll see you in the morning, Yuna, Elvira." He kisses the top of his daughter's head as he goes past.

Ahhh (well she sure has no idea why he suddenly dislikes that phrase.) "I'm sorry, Braska, sir."

Being mentioned in the same sentence as Yuna is terrifying. She shrinks again. Nonverbals nonverbals. The kiss makes her flinch, but he doesn't seem to touch her. At the moment.

“Would you like me to take you back to your room?” Yuna seems very unsure of what she should do. Elvira looks so frightened at everything. It makes Yuna terribly sad. 

Ahhh. Head down, -she knows not to would-like things she knows she knows-

Yuna hadn't objected to the phrasing, but it's probably safer for habit development to change the same for both. 

"At your use, Yuna, ma'am."

That isn't what her father meant by disagreeing with the word, but Yuna doesn't say anything. Doesn't want to upset or worry Elvira.

"All right, follow me." She stands and starts heading towards the foyer.

Oh, good, something straightforward.

She follows.