"Ah, now that's too bad." She said, in response to his headache. Maura followed his lead toward the door, reaching into the bag and opening the packet of cigarettes, withdrawing one and balancing it between her lips as they went through the door. She reached deep into her pocket for her lighter as they stepped into the frigid air, lighting the cigarette and withdrawing it from her mouth, breathing out. After another moment she looked back at him, almost as if she had forgotten he was there and spoke. "I'm a banshee, mo rĂ."
"And it does feel nice to be around someone as heavy with death as you, Mac Nessa."