Lucy nodded, taking the notion from the woman's mind. Smell, taste, feel, colour. Everything she needed, everything which was coloured with a feeling of "home". This one was so very lost, and so very dangerous as a result.
"Certainly," she said. She reached out and touched the other woman's hand, throwing the strongest shield she could around her, blocking out all the other "noise". "It shall not take long. Take a seat." Lucy gestured toward one of the quieter booths, one she was now reinforcing with empathic shielding.