Victorian England has about as many charms as Serthica, in the sense that horror was just around every corner. As awful as it could be at times, though, she does miss it. At least they were horrors that she was only just beginning to make sense of. Here, she's once more had the veil drawn over her eyes.

That time... A warlock? She isn't familiar with that term being used so commonly, but she has heard it, and it has dark connotations. Then again, so do witches. It's uttered so casually, and so she chooses to accept it just as easily for the moment. Questions (uncertainty) can come later, perhaps, when they know one another better. She won't let her curiosity fade, though. It's better than being mired in depression.

"Show me? Are you an artist as well? Your talents go on and on, Mr. Bane." Though she is familiar with having visions, she doesn't think about how such things can be controlled to the extent he may be suggesting.