The crone's eyes narrowed as she listened to the information, as she watched the "man" and the beauty. Whatever this "man" was was not man. Beauty's information seemed to be right, or at least rang true somehow. The woman had no reason to lie, not about this anyway. A year. Her head tilted slightly as she thought.
"He's not new. New to the City perhaps, but he..." Her hand lifted to motioned at the "man" in the trench coat, his whole being. "Is not new.
"Beware," her attention shifted to the "man." "She may not seem dangerous, but you never know what might happen when ones like her are around." She gave him a slight smile.
"I will find you later." Her dark eyes moved from one to the other, then settled on the "man" once more. "You've a tour guide here who is all too willing to show you the right paths," her hand came up as if to defend herself.
"Not that I would show you necessarily the wrong ones. Reputations are a real bitch, so is gossip." She smiled a little more. The finding
"Do watch your steps." And, with that she nodded to the two, stepping down to the street and heading in the direction of the park. She needed to think, and her cabin was often the best place to do so.