"Oh, nothing big. When you see the same patients in and out there isn't really much to tell, not that I could tell much if there were," he added with a wink.
He held the door to Finnigan's open for her and followed her inside, allowing her to choose whatever table or booth she wanted.
"I'm dying for some irish stew, and it's a shame I'm working else I'd have an ale too. What're you having?"