She startles slightly at the sound of his voice, a result of her nerves, but she turns to the mirror with a smile.

"Of course, Master. Please, enter."

She stands, her skirts rustling as she does so, and approaches the mirror, waiting for it to slide into some unseen slot in the wall. The mechanism still fascinates her, a testament to his wondrous skill and genius.

As the mirror moves away, she smiles again. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me today. I know I am only Carlotta's understudy and that she is loathe to miss another production, but I do wish to be prepared."