 How does Miss Meuhl feel about her job?
"Miss Meuhl," he said, "in the past couple of weeks I've sat through six light-concerts, four attempts at chamber music, and god knows how many assorted folk-art festivals. I've been tied up every off-duty hour since I got here—" "You can't offend the Groaci," Miss Meuhl said sharply. "Well," Miss Meuhl said, snapping off the dictyper. "Consul Whaffle was an extremely busy man," Miss Meuhl said stiffly. Miss Meuhl blinked behind thick lenses. Retief looked thoughtfully at Miss Meuhl. "You've been here on Groac for four years, Miss Meuhl. Miss Meuhl's face was set in lines of grim disapproval as he closed the door. At the office, Miss Meuhl would be waiting with another list of complaints. Miss Meuhl said, eyeing Retief over her lenses. Miss Meuhl hovered nervously, then sat on the edge of a comfortless chair. Miss Meuhl gasped audibly. Miss Meuhl exclaimed, rising. "I'll not be a party—" "You'll do as you're told, Miss Meuhl," Retief said quietly. "All our efforts," Miss Meuhl said, "to live down that terrible episode!
 She enjoys doing her job the way the Groacians like it.
 She enjoys training Retief to the new culture.  She wishes to be back on her home planet.  She enjoys doing her job the way the Groacians like it.  She wishes the Groacians weren't so uptight.