Curtain's mind traveled backwards slightly, to Sea Salt's exclamation of her being his sister. She primarily took it as madness, as she was not. Yet she noted something about him which made her wonder, was this pony truly mad? Flashing back to presently, she glanced at her list, then at Spell, whom seemed calm for the usual insanity Curtain was used to. Calming herself, she turned to Spell and motioned down the open hallway towards her new office, which was originally not her own, and more of a broom closet, as she was hired only as an assistant, before the doctor whom she had taken place of went mad, and they themselves had become a patient at the Asylum. "All's good then! I cannot wait to begin, wouldst thou wish to travel to mine office? I have a kettle on, if you would like a cuppa tea." Curtain said, smiling a genuine smile, snickering at her own use of the old tongue, despite the misunderstand most had with it.