[If he were dangerous... Haha. That's one good thing about being in a completely new place -- no one knows who he is. No one knows what he is. He can play the powerful but harmless old-timey wacko as long as he needs to. He can just be strange Mr. Alastor for now.

He summons his staff back to his hand and puts the lights back on, the eye on the microphone casting a more lantern or lamp-like glow rather than the directed beam. He jabs it into the ground so he can gesture with his now freed-up hand. He twirls the umbrella in his other hand playfully]

Vintage, yes! Back when people knew how to dress properly. It suits you, my dear. [he tilts his head and there's a bit of static and unintelligible speech] Mm. I'm not sure what you mean by "quirk". I am quite quirky, if that's what you mean! Ahahaha! [he doesn't answer her question about the limits of his abilities, though. She doesn't need to know.]