"Really? You can't even handle whatever bit you, and you think you can handle this?" Baba gave him a good natured laugh, but the end sounded a little darker, more condescending.
"Maybe you should run along. If you want, I'll hold your hand and walk out with you. I don't have to be here." She didn't. Well, not exactly. The crone could probably find out more information through the City itself.