In the Ramtops there weren't many doctors. Witches usually took care of ill people and animals, and even though some young doctors had taken up residence in some of the more modern villages they had all stayed clear of Granny Weatherwax's area. Granny nodded curtly at the Doctor's introduction. She would have almost liked him if it wasn't for his habit of smiling too much and being a foreigner, and this was high praise from the witch.
Luna? Tonks? Granny frowned at the name. "They ain't from Lancre," she said with the certainty of someone who knows all of the couple of hundred people living for miles around. The names sounded somehow familiar, though, and Granny remembered the business with Diamanda and her so-called coven. Could be that that they were at it again? Luna did sound like the sort of silly name they could pick. "Hah, unless they're some gels runnin' around and callin' themselves witches. Dressed all in black and with too much make-up on, are them?"
Granny felt annoyed at being called new. She was too old for that sort of talk. But it was true that she had just arrived and wasn't entirely sure of where she was. "Yes, I think I'm new," she conceded. She looked around, unsure of how to ask what this place was without giving the Doctor the impression that she was completely lost. "Is there some sort of carnival goin' on?" she asked, pointing at the carousel.