Scorpius was a decidedly 'male' name, she knew, and so corrected her assumptions about the young man in a pink robe. She had heard over the course of history of women dressing as men to become successful (silly Muggles) but rarer still, the reverse. Why ever would a man do such a ridiculous thing for himself? But this one straddled both lines very easily. Her curiosity was piqued but now was not the time or the place.
"Oh, you didn't pass out. You've been dragged through space and time by the castle itself. It is 2038. All the witches and wizards in the UK are dead save for us at the castle. I came from 1908, though I know that isn't proof," she offered in a rush of information as Scorpius transfigured his clothes. That was handy, wasn't it? She'd never really managed to get the hang of that kind of magic.
"As for why I am outside, I am looking for a place to build a new greenhouse," and she supposed that was going to have to go by the wayside for the moment. Honestly, although it was only the second one in her brief time being in the future, repeatedly finding people was starting to get annoying. She had work to do and this wasn't it.