Her room was exactly what one might expect, after knowing her for a little while; a true mage's sanctum, complete with a dozen experiments in the process, scattered around the room, ingredients, open books, bookshelves stocked with book, more ingredients, and other magical things. It's surprisingly disorderly, considering how composed she was, outside, and notably lacking in personal comfort; her bed is an almost-forgotten thing, used more for its storage potential, than as an actual bed. She sheepishly clears some things off a table, then off a pair of chairs, to make room for them to sit, adjusting the inexplicable stuffed alligator hanging down from above the table, so that it's not in their way. She remains quiet, almost awkward, throughout, as if she's unused to dealing with people... which is likely the case.