[Conrad gives her a slow blink.]

I... have no idea what that's even supposed to mean.

[The more he thinks on it the less sense it makes. But then his own fortune was about the same when it came to making sense to him.]

Mine was something about... You're plagued by inner turmoil, there's a monster inside from which there is no escape. You will fail if you don't embrace your truth.

[He purses his lips, trying to recall exactly how the fortune teller put it, but that's the gist of it. He knows it's not a good fortune, to say the least.]