Maureen looked him over for another moment, curious. She turned back to the counter for a moment, paying for her purchases, thanking the clerk and taking her bags. She turned to look back at Conochbar. "Maureen serves me well enough these days." She offered her hand out to him, pushing her hair out of her face with the other.
She glanced over him another moment, speaking again, "Fustration doesn't suit you, Mac Nessa."