The grannies will trick you, you know. You think they're all small and defenseless until you learn that they've got a grip of steel. Best to wriggle your way out of their grasp before they can pinch you too hard.

[ He went to school with nuns. He'd learned, after some time, to not pay due respect and to simply flee, lest his ears become sore from being tugged on as much as they were sore from having to listen to all of their chatter. ]

But it's almost certainly the latter. Which doesn't bode particularly well, knowing this place. [ He squints at the guy, assessing. ] Do you feel any different? No more homicidal, I hope?

[ It's a grim thing to jump to but, well -- just look at this place! It's been murder-central for the past few months! ]