At one point in time she just erupted out in a little song to herself. A song that was made up on the spot as her mind and actions were trying to make the right mixtures for the potion. With the flames raging in both the lamps and the gas burners she looked like a true mad mare in the play of lights that was created and started to dance a bit around the room. But with every motion that she made, she kept an eye on all of the different liquids.