A list of questions? Celty holds back another sigh. She imagines it'll be a very short list given she hasn't given a whole lot of thought on her powers. So long as she's able to do something, then that's been good enough for her. She imagines that Dustin's own questions will have to supplement. If he really wants to know things.

Shrugging, she gives him a nod then. She supposes she can try, granted other things don't come up. Opening up the map on her tablet, she consults it a moment as she commits the meeting place to memory.

[All right. A week from now.]

Or as close to a standard week as they can figure here.

Celty slips the tablet away, moving closer to her motorcycle to grasp the handlebars. The kickstand holding the bike up simply morphs back into the rest of the vehicle as she begins to walk it along the sand back to firmer ground.