Mary couldn't help glancing at her brother, one of her brows slightly raised at the girl's speech. She'd been out of Slater's ways too long, she guessed, gotten too used to talkin' around such things.
Mary smiled at Nell, and bobbed her head in greeting. "Pleased to meet you, Miss Nell..." Another glance at Harry- was she allowed to say he was her brother? He hadn't said anything one way or the other. Best to go by old rules, probably. "And I'm glad to know Mr Fisher doesn't make it a great habit."