Harry got to his feet as he poured her glass, picking it up and taking it over to her, perching on the other chair-arm with his own drink. "You're the princess, Mary. The one with grace and pose and a bit o'class. Ann and me could never have got a job in a big fancy house. You're the presentable one." He told her, leaning over and patting her shoulder. "Don't belittle yourself. Your Harry Fisher's little sister. No some street scum."
As she asked what was troubling him, he couldn't help but sigh and take another deep swallow of his scotch. "Just a lot on my mind. Slater's been trying to hire Nell and the other boys out from under me. Viv fu- leaving. You and Ann back from the dead. Just a lot to think about, Mary." He said, offering her a smile and taking another sip from his glass. "Nothing that need trouble you."