Annie pulls up her mental map of Ireland, nodding vaguely. "A bit, but not much," she confesses. Annie's human. She can't tell if Liadan holds any sort of magical energy or ability at all. So, she has to ask:

"Are you here about, uhm... a sort of job...?" She's not going to straight out ask if she was a witch or something, that was rude. But she could hint at it.