Baba had to fight the smile. She had been throwing things out there really. Oh, some of it she knew she was on to something, or most of it; she'd never come right out and say either way. But, being keyed into the City and knowing certain types right off, her age and who she was, well, it all helped. Her head tilted as she listed to him, and her smile softened to that understanding.
"It's okay. I can be rather abrupt, very pushy. And, my powers. Well, you've more or less seen them. Nothing overly exciting." She was lying, but she couldn't scare him away. "I can do a few tricks, but reading people, and I'm not talking the type that some street corner gypsy might toss out, is what I do. I see them. Or possibilities of them. Who they are, what they are, not exacts, not usually."
The crone was truthful in that last bit. Oh, she'd left a good bit of that world behind, turning to a more exciting adventurous murdering sort of lifestyle. But, she could do it. It was in her nature to guide, direct, get to the truth of the matter within the person and help them see it. Even if in the end she used that truth to her own advantage.
"Would you like to sit down?" She motioned to a bench that hadn't been there before. "You look like you could use it."