Molly looked at the girl, her alien eyes unreadable. She sensed something about her...she was not a changeling exactly, but maybe a descendant of one? She had the blood in her, although whether it was Summer or Winter it was too distant to tell.
She swung a bit in her swing, not answering her, and not taking her eyes from her either. Finally, and with no warning, she leaped from the swing when it reached full height and landed on her feet with an almost inhuman grace. She began to circle the girl, examining her as the circles tightened and she was almost touching her as she walked.
"You have fae blood, but you are not one of the high Sidhe. Nor are you a changeling. No, it is more distant than that." She stopped, facing her. "A quiet place to relax? This place is mine. Find somewhere else."