Scout hesitates and smiles. She's all kinds of aware that this, here, isn't a place touched by the Inquisitorius, that if they came to any place where the Carnival was they'd have a lot of other workers to be interested in, that even if they narrowed their focus right into the single Jedi here she could ask for help and be answered. She knows that, but she can't completely believe it. Scout has survived the past few years by learning to keep this part of herself secret, and it's a struggle admitting to it, even to people who've seen that she has a few, paltry abilities.

Almost shyly she says, "Um... maybe a little bit. I don't call it magic, but it's probably in the same category. Mostly I just know how to focus my energy." She moves on more loudly. "It's not like that for most people, the only efforts we can make are just to make it easier for our bodies. You uh... do you have a lot of cooking accidents?"