Maura looked up at the voice, narrowing her eyes. He looked familiar, felt familiar. She felt like she should know him. He was immortal, but even besides that the sense of death was heavy on him. Curious. Very curious. A draft came in the door and she tugged her coat around herself tighter.
She glanced to his hand, examining the bottle for a moment in silence before looking back up to his face. If only she could just place him, it was rather unsettling. Maureen pursed her lips, looking at him for one more moment. "Do I know you?" She could almost see him, she could remember being there when he was keened for.. no, not him, someone near him. It was important, plenty of her and her sisters had showed up.
Her head ached absently. Remembering was difficult, a sharp pain needled itself in the center of her head. She felt old when it was like this, but her curiosity urged her to press on. It was fated, the death, they'd all been waiting... she shook her head a bit, giving an almost inscrutable wince.