<span style="color: #8080FF">Arms folded, the woman grumbled. She didn't like that the stranger was refusing to answer all of her questions, well at least most of them. Lacy would be lying if she said she wasn't relieved that the man was talking, rather than attacking her. Her visions did appear a couple times, but something was off. Usually they would come quicker when nearby other people. He also appeared stock still in the images. Most of the time Lacy would get some sort of cue as to which direction the individual would take in the next five or so minutes. </span><br/><br/>"Aren't you accommodating..."<span style="color: #8080FF">Lacy muttered, a wry smirk playing on her pale lips. Taking a step closer to the stranger, Lacy narrowed her eyes still finding it hard to figure him out. His new questions only confusing her more. The woman continued to ask a one of her own.</span>"<span style="font-style: italic">That</span>wall and the buildings on either side of the alleyway are at least two stories tall, and it would have taken you<span style="font-style: italic">at least</span>three to five minutes to have sprinted down that road, cross over into the next block of apartments, run down road across from us, and find the small path that would take you directly to me.<span style="font-style: italic">If</span>you could even find it at all. Now, pray tell, how would you explain<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>? To me, you don't sound very 'normal' either..."<span style="color: #8080FF">As she spoke the woman stepped closer and closer, her voice quieting as she made her point. <br/><br/>Her serious expression softened for a moment.</span>"But... To answer your question, no I am not<span style="font-style: italic">normal</span>."<span style="color: #8080FF">Lacy breathed, signing quotation marks with her fingers.</span>I'm not going to make excuses for my actions either. I've gotta feed and clothe myself somehow. I refuse to beg for money, and no one else is gonna help me, so why not? The owner of that shop deserved it anyway... Good enough for you?"<span style="color: #8080FF">Tilting her head to the side, the woman waited for the male's answer, her expression hardening, as if she were expecting a harsh answer.</span>