Her questions were short and to the point. Very good. The Ghost Rider had no patience for unnecessarily lengthy chats. "I am a Spirit of Vengeance." He felt that was explanatory enough on its own. "I have been called the Ghost Rider. Not of that terrible film." That second sentence held more than a hint of anger and distaste, and he took a moment before speaking again. "You have not heard of me before because my human host has, with one exception, been suppressing me." He was more than a little frustrated with Daniel, but since it seemed the boy had finally accepted his situation, it was no longer of any real concern.
Her city? The Rider understood territoriality, but found it to be an intensely arrogant, and often distracting, concept. Then again, it was different for him. It didn't matter where he went, justice and vengeance always had a place. Human vigilantes were different. "I have been in this city longer than you think." He didn't want to give specifics here. If she turned against him, he didn't want her to be able to figure out which of the humans here was playing host to him. "I will give no more specifics than that, for very much the same reasons that you will not let me see your face."
Her final question was the toughest. "I have an ability I term the Penance Stare. When I use it, it finds the memories of any time you have caused someone pain, scorches the soul, and then forces the intended target to relive all of that pain from the victim's perspective. It is intensely painful, but not deadly, and it is very rare that a person I use it on offends again." He let that sink in for a moment, let her have time to figure out what that meant, and then continued. "It does not seem to work in this world." That meant that the most useful power he had for subduing and actually redeeming someone was gone. "Do I kill? I have not intentionally done so in the past. Without my Penance Stare, there may be times where I have no choice. I will only kill those who truly deserve it, however."
The Rider crossed his arms over his chest. "I will not harm the innocent." Beyond that, he could make no promises.