"You do that." The crone took a step away. She'd find a shadow to hide in, to creep through. It wasn't hard, but she didn't do it quite yet. She just stepped away.
"You should be careful, pretty little bird." There was another bird somewhere in the City. Baba Yaga decided she should be sought out, but for now, the swirling eyes had her attention. "You may get plucked or pinned. It may be quite uncomfortable. Even with those pretty eyes....Actually someone might come for your eyes, pretty little bird."
She didn't have a real reason for picking the name, just a feeling. There was something different. The little light show had been different too.
"There's no Night Surgeon here. Not yet. But, soon, the City might want you to have company you know. Might want to keep that hidden away." She motioned to where the image had been.