Lost Creek Hollow Don’t’cha know eh?

Joss seemed to wilt as soon as Arbiter got a good look at him. He hated being judged and scrutinized, but that was simply how others always looked at him- so he more or less lived in a constant state of being disappointed and sour. It showed in the way his lips pursed and the corners pulled down, but there wasn't much he could do about it. He couldn't even tell the kids not to stare at him- because he had no right to do so. All he could do was live his miserable life, without complaining. And it had been wearing him down. 

So when she asked him what he wanted to do, he could only assume that this was a test. With a dour shrug, he mumbled his answer. "Whatever you want me to do." His tone was more defeated than sour. He was oblivious to the fact that she was asking him for an actual, original opinion, not just for the answer he assumed she wanted to hear. Truth be told, he didn't want to do whatever she asked him to do, so he hadn't answered the question correctly. But he'd been trained to hold back on his true thoughts and feelings, wants and needs, so that he could simply stay alive. The dull creature didn't have much for common sense, or independant thinking, so his reply was a simply knee-jerk reaction that he'd been trained to say. It was easier that way- not having to think about what he really wanted, and Joss liked things to be easy. He didn't like the stress of making choices and decisions. He could follow orders relatively well, and it meant he didn't have responsibilities of his own, aside from what he was told to do.