She let her cigarette drop to the ground, using the toe of her boot to snuff the flickering ember out. She made a noise of distaste. "Greeks. Never liked them, sneaky fellows. But in that way, not so good for you. Naoise trusted you, I'm sure this one won't. They're always lying to each other, them. He'll be ready for it." She pushed her hair out of her face, still leaning against the wall. "Ah, then I apologize, Mac Nessa. I meant no offense to your dear Queen." She smiled, too sweetly.