"Aye Mister. Colin." She corrects, now that they're on a first name basis, going for supper. She's confused because he's also now a patron and she's never been asked to dinner by a customer, even if it is for her well being that he walks her. "My whole life." She tries to sound better educated than she is. She's a lovely little mimic when she wants to be.
"You're from where in the Green Isle?" she asks him as they move and as the scenery changes from posh to imperfect. The smell is obvious. "Do you miss it?"