"It might be your pleasure; it might be your misery. I have seen things go many ways." The crone gave the woman with the dancing eyes another possibly enigmatic smile. She'd missed talking in riddles, somewhat. Though there was no riddle to her statements at the moment.
"Check your pockets, check your purse, check yourself completely. There may be something for you there." She looked around before focusing on Mag again. "But, never check your humor or your sense. It may get you quite in trouble. Always be prepared."
She stepped close, eyes narrowing slightly. "You are new, so very new, and you may get lost in this big city. Watch your step, or something or someone might come and swallow you whole." She rocked to her toes to snap her teeth at the woman.
"Or you could think I'm crazy and be on your way." The crone stepped back and shrugged, motioning to the sidewalk before them in a bit of a flourish, ushering the woman on her way if she so chose to take it.