Aware of footsteps behind her (she's not that assured of her safety to not pay attention), Narcissa's posture betrays none of the tension she generates when the steps get closer - but when a familiar voice greets her, the relaxation is obvious.

A smile lights her face.

"Lucius, hello. I've been well enough, thank you. I'm on my way to visit you, actually - well, to visit me. Your me."

A wrinkle of the nose at their predicament.

"You know what I mean."