L looked nonplussed at Reid's question, biting his thumb compulsively before glancing at the Gypsy. He received a prod in return, and a barked answer in Romani.
"Past, present, future. You've never consulted a psychic before, have you?" It seemed like the only deduction L was really comfortable making at the moment, which might be why this bothered him so much. He had little to go on and was expected to essentially lie to people on a lark. The alternative was worse, assuming it was to actually use some sort of nonexistent supernatural ability.
The Gypsy started talking to him again, seeming to list things or make suggestions. She hit the palm of her hand with her fist, held herself and made kissing sounds, pantomimed cradling a baby, and then motioned slitting her own throat.
"She suggests asking about an enemy, a lover, a child, or your death," he said. He glanced over as she added something else. "And I channel the dead. Apparently."