She grinned as Delia took to the idea of masks and French accents. "Thank you, dearest. There's--" Mary stopped as Delia did, and turned to look at the person who had spoken to them. She frowned as his face continued to be unfamiliar. There were a lot of boys in the neighborhoods and a lot of them Mary had forgotten long since. It vaguely seemed like he was possibly one of her brother's people... She kept close to Delia just in case he wasn't. It was possible. She never could quite understand why there always seemed to be boys of one sort or another falling out of the sky whenever she and Delia had a night out.
"I don't think so, Del." Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Perhaps he ought to introduce himself. It's not polite to go talkin to ladies who aren't acquainted with you, Paddy." Her tone was much gentler than it would have been if she hadn't had a vague notion of him being one of Harry's.