"You're a bleeding rake," Molly said fondly taking another smoke and lighting it. She had no problems with flirting herself. Indeed it was flattering, so she let him get away with it.
"So, ya've met other mediums before, huh? Must be common as rats down in New Orleans for ye ta know th' ropes," she said lightly. She had known for sure what she was rather young, but couldn't stick a name to it until after her first world had ended in blood and fire. It had taken a witch to tell her the other half of what she was, on top of being a mutant.