She dipped her head as he allowed her forward and began to slowly, precisely unpack the basket. Maura paused after a moment, looking over her shoulder at him. "A bastard's name. Hm." It would not seem she said this out of spite, but in the same way a child pokes at an animal, out of curiosity, out of an immature sense of adventure and desire for conflict. She smiled faintly as she turned back, passing her purchases to the clerk. "And a pack of Marlboro's please?" She gave a polite smile to the man as he went to fetch the key to unlock the plastic-fronted cabinet in which the cigarettes were kept. She turned around fully to look at Conchobar.
"I'd keep my mother's name to if she did for me what yours did for you, I suppose."