She laughed around the towel with the ice she was holding to her lip, before setting the towel on the bar top to take another drink from her beer. " In direct approach to calling it like it is." she said.

Her shoulder lifted and fell " Haven't decided if it's going to stick or if I'll move along sooner or later. I was born in a little Irish town called Kinsale." she said setting the bottle on the bar top and waving for another. " Ah, what's on the plate for your work?" she asked shifting her eyes to look to him her tongue poking out to poke at the damage to her lip as if trying to minds eye how bad it was.