It's the glorious power of a normal conversation after the month she's been having. That, and nicotine.

She puffs thoughtfully. "At some point in the near future, something of yours will go missing. Probably socks. Nothing you do will stop this, not magic, might, or mayhem. When that happens, wander down to the farms and talk to Eddie and Angel; their chicken Bobbin stole your shit." She grins, fondly. "They're fun people too, just in general. Maybe swing by the temple and do right by the local goddesses, bein' their guest and all. And if you need help figuring out a day job, just ask. Lots of folks are trying new things out here."