Sif glances down at the glass with a hint of amusement before meeting the girl's gaze once more, offering her a friendly smile as she tips her head to the side in welcome.

"Greetings, Lady Felicia," she answers, oddly formal with a hint of a foreign accent to her words. "Welcome to the Academy. I'm afraid I do not own it, I am merely a student here, like you. I am Sif."