Naaaaah. *He took a drag of his cigarette and blew it out. Then he gave her a bright smile.*
All right, yeah, but this place'll do it to ya, M'Murphy. Nice ta meet ya Sarah, I don't think we have. I been Here a few months, but for the most part I was recoverin' from a gunshot wound an' then...well, ya recall the craziness a few weeks prior.
*His voice was a thick combination of Irish brogh and Boston accent.*