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Cath Delaney (dian_cecht) wrote in inpoormerit,

Well, at least she was being careful. Cath couldn't fault her that. He shook his head at her rapid fire concise questions. He'd interrogated people before himself, he recognized the tone. "Cathair Delaney," he said, his thick Northern Irish accent obviously when he spoke more than one word. "I was kidnapped from my apartment, same as you, I imagine." His pale complexion and the fact he was wearing long sleeves, as well as his accent, gave him away as not local. "There's a collection of cottages that're living quarters. A few shops, all of them open and fully stocked. One of them is a pub with food already prepared. I haven't made it outside of the town yet, but I'm guessing the island's only a few kilometres across itself. Where we are, couldn't tell you during the day. Might have a better idea on a clear night."

He was no astronomer, but he knew where a few constellations ought be in Ireland this time of year That would at least give them a vague idea which hemisphere they were in. He hoped.

Cath had answered her questions, now he had a few of his own. "And you are?" he prompted. "Are you alone?" The baby she was carrying had to have a father and he'd not missed the ring on her left hand either. She had a husband somewhere, who was likely frantic with worry about her disappearance if he wasn't here as well. "Have you had anything to eat?"