Fallen from heaven...
When in Rome... you could avoid creepy Irishmen. But apparently Warren was concerned enough to hire an ex-colleague to track Mars while the fam was out of the country. Luke, of course, couldn't perform the task. Ronan could sense him. He 'knew Luke's face', as Warren had pointed out. Still, that didn't stop Luke from wanting to pin the little McPrick against a wall with his knuckles. Eva sure as hell had a type. White guys - accents - bad attitudes. But both she and Luke had picked right the first time. "So what's gonna happen when he talks to her again?"