She blinked thoughtfully, tiredly, watching the young woman turn. Her smile remained. How polite this one was! Baba Yaga could not deny a pretty young thing with manners. And as her eyes flickered along the woman's thin frame, those green eyes, the old Russian witch knew very well she was not just any sprightly girl. She felt something a little bit new, a little bit old, and with enough allure to likely ensnare the weak-willed upon first looking at her. An admirable trait.
"Oh, oh you are so gracious, dear!" She gently took the coins and cash, her eyes brightening in delight and warmth. She slipped the sparkly hair decoration into the woman's hand as she extended it, the brief touch reaffirming what it was that was standing before her. "A drink and companionship? However is a woman to deny herself such pleasures?" She said, her voice sweet, inviting, and laced only by a trace of hunger.