Morag startled as the door opened, and with instincts borne from a year of schooling at the hands of Death Eaters, tensed, uncoiling herself from her position. She hated this place. It was strange and smelled odd, and she just wanted to go home. At the question though, she paused.
"Morag MacDougal, newest resident, or complete bampot, if this is as off as it seems to be and I've really completely lost th' plot." Morag couldn't help the disdain that crept out in the word resident. "An ye?" And if her accent came out a bit more than normal, well, it wasn't her fault they had put her in a room with someone who spoke properly.