At a stoplight he turned and looked at her. His eyes back to normal. "My psychic powers...they aren't just limited to visions and empathy." He said simply. "I couldn't let that man die which he would have from a high impact crash like that. When I was little I wasn't able to control this gift... This curse.. at will. That is something if I didn't have to hide it from people I would do. Save people's lives. Help make the world a better place. Still a gift and curse like mine needs to be hidden or people will try to abuse it. So I do what I can through fortune telling and magic with my coven." He smiled a bit and started driving again. "Jaun doesn't talk about his family anymore. His older sister was cute. Even as a kid who thought she had cooties I thought she was cute. Though I know very well Jaun would have kicked my ass if I had told him that. For a nine year old he was extremely protective of his older sister."<br/><br/>He heard her comment about being a girl. "Dear heavens. I am extremely glad I am not a girl. Not just because of the monthly bleeding but because women need and contain a certain kind of strength that us men lack. To go through monthly bleeding and the killer cramps as well as the birthing process only proves that women are in the long run stronger than men." He sighed a bit. "Jaun...all we have is each other. It is why I am so extremely worried about him. If I lose him I have no one I can talk to about my gift. No one who can help me sort through jumbled images of my visions. They aren't always clear cut." He kept driving. He stopped at another stop light. "If...if there is anything I can do to help you find your brother...just let me know. I will owe you big time for helping me clear my name. I would not do well in prison and I know for a fact I don't want to be dead." He fell silent for some time after that. They were nearing the address. He looked at her. "I know. You can have my car along with the five thousand dollars. Then you can get to solving cases faster than if you walked. It would also make us more even. I don't know how to use a gun so I wouldn't be good at helping you stay safe. Well...actually I would but not with a gun. Magic. Wait...you don't believe in that anymore than you believe in my psychic stuff."<br/><br/>He fell silent again. "Well in any case I'll be using it to help you while you prove my innocence. It is the least I can do." He said with a smile. He stopped outside the address and shivered. His eyes glowing. "I don't know the feeling of this place. It feels like pain and suffering. Like thousands of souls have been tortured here. Possibly died here." He turned the car off and unlocked the doors. "Well let us go check it out." He shuddered and his eyes returned to normal. "Oh...if all of a sudden I start talking in a voice that is clearly not my own...please hit me in my head. Sometimes spirits use me as a way to communicate with the living." He got out of the car. Coming around and opened her door for her before going to his side and took out the keys. Locking the door. He waited on her to lead the way. After all it was her investigation.