Well, he seemed to recognise the name which was a good sign. She'd been terribly afraid for a second that she'd managed to find a eerily similar looking but entirely different theatre to the one she'd known as home for so many years. It had been a while since she'd been here, after all.
The look he was giving her was a mite odd, slightly as if he thought she might be joking, but that couldn't be helped. "That's right, sir, Mr Ned Abbot." She gave a little nod and brighter smile, "Either of them would do. If they're in, of course." Perhaps he knew his brother, which might explain why he was confused by the title. Little Ned could hardly be thought of as a Mister now, could he?