After listening to a short loop of the rather repetitive music, the fortune teller shifts to stare directly at Lorem with bloodied, vacant eyes. It takes her in before its jaw unhinges, clearly a result of a broken mechanism that would usually make the mouth move. A mechanical voice delivers her fortune:

Cricket legs on pizza? It might just be your new favorite, after you find the right path just beyond the church.

Sounds like perhaps Lorem has some exploring to do...