[He leans forward in his seat, thinking. Was there anything else important? He has a list of details in his tablet, but pulling that out and going through it like some information-hoarding madman isn't something he wants to do around someone brand new to this place.]

Not much that makes any sense. She likes to talk, she's just careful about the answers she gives. I keep pressing whenever she lets more slip. Should probably mention, though, the spirits seem fanatically devoted to preventing anyone from visiting her. If you walk north into the woods and see a fence with some crude signs on it, turn around before they find you.