"The Disk," Granny confirmed. This man seemed a bit slow on the uptake - of course they were on the Disk, where else could they be? Unless this place was one of... them. Thingies. Nasty places. Like where the Shining Folk came from. It was a thought that Granny tried to avoid for the moment, even though all the tell-tale signs were present. Here or there, it didn't make any difference if they weren't able to get away.
She pursed her lips at the mention of her broomstick. "I have one at home," she said. It was usually behind the door since Granny used it to sweep the floor as well. "I usually can't be havin' with all of this modern thingies, but it's better than walkin' across a mountain." She didn't know about "common" - witches weren't enough to make a decent statistic.
She regarded the Doctor with deep distrust when he mentioned the theater. Granny had seen plays many times in her life and was suspicious of any man who pranced around in a blonde wig pretending to be a girl half his age. Besides she couldn't see what the theater had to do with accommodations. When the Doctor pointed to a page in his book, Granny got to the conclusion that the man was a bit dimwitted. "I sure ain't on that little piece of paper, and no building is there either," she said with iron certainty.
The magic journals were a different thing. Granny could understand that much. "Wizard tricks," she said with a tinge of disgust, watching the words written by the Doctor appear on a fresh page in her own journal. "But I sees this could be useful." Granny didn't like modern things, but was quick to exploit them whenever she could figure out how they worked.