Reid interpretted the things the gypsy woman offered, but was much happier to speak to L rather than the psycho with the shotgun. Naturally.
"I, uh..." The team popped into his head, but he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to ask about them, or their fate. Or his own, for that matter. And he certainly didn't want L channelling any unsubs that may have died in his presence, that was for sure. Swallowing, he shrugged, scratching the back of his head.
"I, uh. M-me, myself. I suppose. Um... my future? My past?" He couldn't resist, and he leaned in a little closer, trying to speak quieter. "C-can you actually do this, or are you expected to make it up...?"