Not to further inflate Crowley's ego... but yes she would agree that he was more interesting than the illicit materials on sale. One did wonder if the authorities were aware of what was apparently going on in this representation of the American south. Perhaps she would inform them given the chance though if the constables here were as lackadaisical as some of the ones she had met in her own dimension it wouldn't do much good. Getting back to the winged gentleman.. assuming the term was not completely in error- his words prompted her to stop and look towards him. So much for her hasty departure. Oh well- it was not as if she was unarmed should the need arise.

"Fly? Don't be preposterous." Apparently at some point he had partaken of the questionable wares himself.... it was the only logical assumption. "It does have it's uses however." Her parasol, the core of it it was made of steel and it had been fashioned to terminate in a pointed end. Sure- it looked ornamental but it was meant to be used as either a blunt weapon when swung at an opponent, or made to pierce with the sharpened bit. The prospect that there could be another from her era was intriguing... though just possessing a parasol didn't really mean anything. "Isn't that what your wings are for?"