Maura laughed, deeply and genuinely, as if in response to a joke, not inherent with a tone of mockery or cruelty. She put her hand in her pocket after shaking his, her arm weighed down by her bag. "Not feeling well?" She asked, tilting her head as she watched him take his pills.
Not waiting for a response, she spoke again. "I suppose you are rather charming in your way... mo rĂ." She grinned, and her grin had a sense of eeriness about it, unnatural on her face. The clerk behind them shook his head, utterly confused, and turned to answer a phone.