*She cannot make out the sounds beyond the door, and gives up.  She feels foolish for turning away from her duties now, her life (as it were) is simply to keep the old place clean after all and she has no place in trying to listen in to whomever is invited to this whom and their conversations with the Master.<br/><br/>She does not know that he has yet to materialize or even that he is no longer among the living.  As is the case with most spirits, she simply knows that she did something displeasing and must work very hard to make up for it.  She watches out the window for a moment though, spying something making her way past it.<br/><br/>To anyone who were to look in, a somewhat indistinct frog-maid stares out at the outside world, duster in hand as she waits for the next arrival*