[ Molly leans back a bit, sipping his coffee again as his cards are stuffed into his coat. There's something else going on in the other tiefling's head, but he doesn't know the guy enough to prod yet. It might scare him off. ]

Well, I don't just read for coin. Sometimes it just makes people feel better to know that fate is looking after them, you know? It creates hope.

[ He smiles a little, and then looks out the window of the shop for a moment. ]

This place... it sounded like paradise at first, but I have friends that need me, and the one that's here? He's already had a bout with whatever drugs the robots put in the food they gave us. Is it like that, a lot? Things you cannot control?