Listening to what he was saying, Barbara leaned back against the counter and smirked slightly. "Alternative religions? Voodoo, the occult? Stuff like that?" she asked with a tilt of her head. "Am I on the right track here?"
She'd spent about twelve hours last week in the stacks with the books that had come in on the subject in the last shipment. They were extremely old and none of the librarians had ordered them or even known where they'd come from. None of it made sense, but that wasn't unusual. "Either you mean that or you mean classic fairytales," she added just to kid around, even though she knew what he meant. This was how she was coping with the guilt - the fact that they hadn't been able to stop the Clowns last night... She'd deal later. For now she needed to keep her identity separate from the night identity...