Eda blinks, like whatever answer she expected wasn't that, and then glances at the woman's wrists--tattoos aren't inherently inhuman, and therefore not automatically disguised; she doesn't see a coven sigil all the same.

"Well, you're in luck there," Eda begins.

"But what... kind of witch? You're not from the Boiling Isles, are you? Or at least the Demon Realm?" Eda's doing her best not to get her hopes up, but she's clearly paying more attention than she was before.