Emer smiled gently and nodded. "I confess I haven't made contact with many others, through my own desire to stay as the American's put it 'low-key'. The feeling is sometimes overwhelming, though." Her own accent had faded some over the years, though it was easy to distinguish. She was still that Irish woman through and through. She glanced around at the front of the store, "I own this shop, for one. I'm the tailor here, as well as cashier. Other than that, I don't really do much in the city. It can be a bit mundane, but it puts food on the table. What about you?" She spoke pleasantly and gently. One could easily assume her voice was often drowned out in large crowd.