French? Well of course it had to be French didn't it? Delia's French was small to the point of near non existence, but she could fake the accent like nobody's business, and hope nobody called her out on that. "Oh, but it is a good idea, the masks I mean, I might actually know some of these people and it won't be good to break them when they know it's me." and really, it was the best idea. She would have to ask Mary to coach her a little while she was getting ready.
"Excellent idea, I-" she was about to comment on her thoughts on the townhouse when she was interrupted. Stopping and letting go of Mary again she turned to face the voice that had interrupted them. Patrick Bryne wasn't exactly what she was expecting, he reminded her of her brother by the look of him, but that thick Irish brogue was almost enough to write him off entirely. Not that she had anything particular against the Irish herself, but as an Englishwoman raised in a very English part of London, she did pick up some of the more common group prejudices.
"You know this Paddy, Mary?" not that she knew his name, but everyone called an Irishman Paddy.