She spotted the entrance to one of NYC's many, many parks and steered them in that direction. They would be practically deserted at this time of night save for a few stragglers. Waitresses on their way home from work, drunken sots having too much fun despite their inebriation.
"Luckily, what I am going to teach you will play to your more softspoken nature," she offered, a hint of teasing in her voice. "Recite what you know about the god Morpheus," she ordered though she kept her tone light so it wouldn't be... too forceful. After all, he was not one of her charges so she couldn't make him do anything without being an asshole.