[Oliver turns a sharp eye to her.] As do I. And yes, I can. The women of my people...well, my mother's people - are known for having the gift of Sight. For a man to be born with it is rare, but I was strange enough as it was. And I inherited it from my mother. My caravan was known for their fortune telling and psychics, and their music.

[Smiling lightly, he steps towards the door, never stepping ahead of her or behind her. He peers outside, and looks mildly impressed.]

I've never seen a city like this...but for a city, it's oddly empty. [He glances back at her.] Why would you want to come back here?