"You met with a fugitive?" Devlin immediately asked, alarmed that she would do anything like that. "What was her name? Where did you meet, and was she with anyone?"
And the thing about a potion... like he'd ever believe some crazy woman trying to convince anyone who might be stupid enough to stop and listen that everyone is under some manipulation and any other sort of crap. "Listen, Elz, you can't talk to these sorts of people; they're unpredictable and mad. They'd lie as a means to any end; she probably thought you'd buy her lunch or something if she spun you some tale. You can't be really thinking about this?"