Narcissa was relieved to see someone she knew, and someone who could be relied upon not to be rude or salacious, even if he was decrepitly old. "I'm not well. Have you seen either of my sisters?" she asked. "I am still not at all happy about being in this place." She paused and folded her arms. "I would like to know why this place exists, why I am here, and how I can get home. I barely know Lucius Malfoy. I have a son who is my same age. And you... the last time I laid eyes on you, you were just a boy." She didn't intend to rant the moment she saw him, but he asked, and her pent up frustrations just spilled out of her. She sighed and put her hands over her face. "I am not prepared for this."