The batpony's furry ears cant forward in that patently equine listening gesture as you pivot towards her with a casual shrug. "I was instructed to 'make myself as comfortable as propriety allows within the royal residential wings', if memory recalls." You punctuate the remark by tapping one finger thoughtfully against your temple. "Though I must admit, the definition of 'propriety' grows ever more nebulous with each passing decade. What say you, my fine fuzzy shade?"