[She notices his accent almost immediately, but doesn't say anything about it at first. The relaxed expression on her mouth remains, even as she turns her attention back up to the sky. Initially, she didn't think she wanted company, but most of the time, Lockon's presence has a calming effect on her.]
You are Irish. [Not that it isn't somewhat obvious.] Lockon Stratos. [She says his name slowly. Her tone becomes slightly playful as she continues.] That doesn't sound very Irish.