She knows she has one more question before the spell fades, and she hates to keep a corpse waiting, but for the moment, she stands, walks apace, and shakes her head... it seems that a homicidal Barghest would never have been so careful in stalking its prey, and to have earned the ire of one would probably spawn some recognition.<br/><br/>Although the answer seems obvious enough, she decides not to waste her third question by abandoning the opportunity.  "This lace in your hand... where did you get it?"