Ask her

Ceilidh stops by the yellow facade of a narrow 4 story building and fumbles with the keys. The door clicks open and she looks at you expectantly.. too expectantly, like she's waiting for you to walk into a trap. You don't particularly notice any amazons waiting in ambush with sharpened spears, but you still get a sense of forboding.

You're not walking in there uninformed.

"Was she right?" You ask, arms crossed; eyes focused on Ceilidh. Her smile drops, "Why don't you tell me what you planned for me, because real talk, I've heard some pretty messed up things about this town."

You see it, the flicker of doubt as she's deciding between lie and truth.