[Predictably she's jolting a little as she hears that voice, but is slowly calming down once it's pretty clear it's not someone looking for a fight from her. For now.

Not that it stops her from sighing and shifting around on top of her dumb horse who's making a rather irritated noise.]

Fustercluck, huh...? Seems like a pretty apt name for whatever the fuck they're made out of. I've seen some spells backfire and the world create weird monsters back home, but this is probably the worst of it.