"Pick a place, pick a time. Just...wherever we're less likely to be overheard."

Daisy knows she's a sorceress, that she never goes unarmed, so to speak. There is no danger in a private meeting, even with a self proclaimed Hunter. But she needs the space, needs to know that for one night this town won't throw her out, send her back on the ferry the other direction. It's not easy to reopen this particular wound, to remove a mask she's gotten very, very good at wearing. There can't be an audience, or she'll find an excuse to avoid the subject.