On the one hand, I really wanted to just dismiss that as more loony rambling. On the other hand, I couldn't stop thinking of the Third-Eye victim at the station, so many years ago.

See you, Wizard.

... Also, I'm not gonna lie, this lady's entire demeanor was giving me a first-class creepy vibe. So, I figured I'd defuse the tension a bit

"I kept a fallen angel in my basement for a while. Does that count?"

Note to self. Banter about hell is rarely witty.