"Oh my." The crone had started collecting. Nothing important, just a little blood here and there from the children; she had yet to have the talk she wanted to with her Beast, but she'd have it soon enough. Just tiny bits and pieces that she wanted. Her plan would take time, but she had that and plenty of it.
"Did the poor thing do something to you, or are you having a bad day?" Baba cared nothing for cars; they did not impress her. She wasn't some Fable lost in time, but she had rarely ever been one who was forced to walk or ride along at another's pace. She moved as she wished, sometimes on a mortar, sometimes a bed, usually one whatever she wished, or nothing at all. She was not bound to the earth as so many others.
The crone took a step or two closer to look at whatever damage that might have been caused. This man felt different, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Well, not without putting her finger on it, him. Sometimes not even then. These captives felt familiar in ways few would understand, and Baba didn't always care for. How the childish coward of a boy could feel like the Pan's replacement - even a hint of it - irked her. The boys were nothing alike, yet...Ridiculous mundies and their stories.