He'd seen her, of course, seen her too late to alter his course, and Priest felt his spine stiffen with annoyance at the sight of the purplish mark on Mac's neck. He'd never liked the woman, and it seemed she purposely set out to frustrate and aggravate him. Well, he would be as pleasant as possible.
"Good morning, Mac," he said in a voice that attempted to conceal his irritation. "I see you've decided to join the land of the living after all. I was wondering what became of you when I didn't see you last night." There, that was what passed for pleasantries these days. He could be Christian with Saga's second-in-command if he had to be.