"No really, magic fingers. If cats had money they'd pay well." She humor, it wasn't usually her thing but it was better than melting into puddle again. She walked closer to the memorial. "Booze that's more geared toward not killing a human's liver right away doesn't really have an affect on me. But I'll drink with you." She got close enough that she could trace the names with her fingers. Clint had worked so hard on this. Just like the other. "My husband, he put this up. And maintains it. We had a stone wall on the island and after the people who originally built it vanished, he started adding and maintaining that one." Her fingers first traced Mitchell's name. Then Tony's.
But she was resolute. Maryanne turned back to him and gave him a little smile. "I was here saying goodbye. He's probably not going to come back. And we can't to anything to change what's going to happen. He's going to die. Or at the time frame they're moving at, has already." The smile had been a little forced. And her words were very matter-of-fact. But that was the only way she could get through it.