Mary sat down, cross-legged on the grass in front of him, and took a cigarette from the box. "I just talk," Mary said with another shrug. "The sort of stuff from before. Stuff about-" She paused, lighting the smoke and then passing the lighter back to him, letting their hands brush. "He was just a guy, you know?" It was rhetorical really, because Judas did know. He'd been there. "He was just a guy trying to do his best with a lot of shit on his shoulders. I talk about that a lot."