She's done pieces on the occult before, or at least followers that committed crimes in the name of it. John doesn't seem the sort to do that, but she knows appearances can be deceiving. She pauses in her sorting to glance up his way, having to really restrain herself from launching into journalist mode. Her hands curl around the edge of the counter as she leans forward against it, having to physically bite at her tongue for a second before speaking.

"Is that something that's in demand where you come from?"