"Like the Weald... disjointed from time." The woman replied, cryptically. "Lose your footing, loose your focus. Paves the way for hocus pocus. Of course, if there's one thing I've learned its how little folks tend to focus on anything." Holding out her hand, Miguel would see that the burger was already gone. Just a crumpled wrapper and the bun.
"See?"
She waved dismissively at the question. "I'm just here for the reading.""Oh, you too?" Miguel shook his head. "In the end, I guess that's what we're all here for. Kinda wild to think about. All these people being related to this Joestar dude. How you related to him?"