Phanuel sat back on her stool. That was such a difficult question to answer. She could talk about the energy that infused the area, but wasn't sure if mere mortals could sense it. Still, it helped to have a backstory, in cases such as this.
"My uncle used to live here," she lied. "When he moved on, he left his place to me. I was looking for a quiet, simple life. And nothing says simple like Searchlight."