Bru was impressed with the little girl's talent of drawing. She, personally, had never been the artistic type and could only produce pentagrams and stick figures. "Well, 's truly a pleasure to meet you, Miss Alice... And Mr. BearBear." She smiled, nodding her head at the stuffed teddy bear to humor the little girl. Kids were super attached to their toys, especially the stuffed ones. The thing was kinda cute, albeit creepy. Very creepy, but the necromancer grew up with porcelain dolls in her bedroom. And those dolls could get just as creepy, without the help of black magic. So, when the surge of negative energy ran through the red-head's veins, she figured it was the after-shock of performing an intense healing spell as opposed to regular voodoo.
"But, naw, I don' live here. I come from a place a little ways from this fine facility. I travel a lot, lil' one, an' I never ever pass up a chance to take on a new adventure," the southern girl said, smiling happily at the little girl. In reality, Bruxa had no idea where she was in relationship to New Orleans, but the place traveled. It could probably take her just outside the bustling city in Louisiana if she figured out how it did it. "I think the pretty red-headed lady at the bar, y'see her?, I think she lives in this here tavern. I have'ta say, Miss. Alice, that is the finest drawin' I've ever laid my eyes on. You's a talented young lady. "