Ummm

Not sure what exactly to reply, baffled by the unreal situation, you're not allowed much time to gather your thoughts before the woman reaches forward to pull down an issue of V I S I T O R S, casually flipping it open.

"Look!"

You tentatively look inside, to a small textbox with pictures of the editorial team. You notice a pale, unsmiling woman with dark hair and glasses.. and next to her, infinitly more pleasant-looking, you recognize the slightly goofy grin now being beamed at you. Ceilidh, as the name tag identifies her, in an unusual combination of vowells and consonants you can only assume is gaelic. She notices your wrinkled nose and giggles.

"It's pronounced Kay-Lee."

"Ceilidh.. Turner?"

"Yeah, Ma gave me dad's surname; pretty unusual around here. He didn't stick around long enough to meet me, but I heard he was a writer come to investigate some rumors about this town. Guess he found what he was looking for; anyway I always say that journalism must be in the blood."

Her speech is gushing, barely stopping for air, but she seems friendly. Perhaps she could be a good source of information, it doesn't look like it would be overly difficult to get her to talk a bit about herself and this town. On the other hand you're not quite sure how you feel about the way she hovers just at the edge of your personal space, never breaking eyecontact.

"So! What do you think?" she flips through a few more pages, revealing a cavalcade of various men in a number of compromising positions, with the only common theme being their painfully red, swollen members.

"Err.." You shoot her a quick gaze while you consider your options. She seems like a lead worth investigating, but how do you best win her trust? Do you compliment her magazine or critique some of the weaker parts? And you're STILL not sure you shouldn't try to dodge her altogether - many of the men on the magazine pages didn't seem entirely happy to be there; and if she was involved in what befell Tony?