Maybe he should pull the cards, if she's going to ask about magic like it's a given. She could be part of Credence's old life, wizards and witches and weird Puritans. Hell, maybe that's why she's looking for a church.

"I wouldn't count on that," he says, tilting his head to glance around her at the path behind her heels. Her dark hair sweeps back and forth with her steps, skirting the edges of his gaze, distracting him back to her.

"Our abilities are pretty lacking across the board. Something about this place weakens them, probably because they'd make it easier to get out." Lifting the deck from his pocket, he casts a glance at Aurora, finding her ever at his side, though she strays out to sniff the edges of the path created by those wandering further south than the houses. "I could ask them about your friends, but, like I said, everything's off here."