Nothing she said was helping to ease Vanya's confusion. In fact, it was only continuing to grow. "I'm Vanya Hargreeves," she said. She'd never heard of Butler Hall, the Sabrae clan, or Kirkwall, nor had she ever seen anything like the little creatures that apparently populated this place.
"I like peanut butter and marshmallow on my toast." Why she mentioned that was beyond her. This whole thing was surreal. "But, yeah, I can help you find the kitchen." And maybe there would be someone there that could explain this to her.
Or maybe there would be a phone and she could try to contact one of her siblings. "Do you know if there's a phone around here?"