She was beginning to grow very uncomfortable with his prodding and pushing into her psyche. She was looking for a bit of fun, not to be analyzed by some stranger with an accent and to open old wounds. She shifted her weight a little as she brought the cigar to her lips again and breathed out the smoke quickly. "I don't care to linger with other things that would keep a person warm." and he could take that any way he liked.
"I'm sure that was difficult for you, but at least you know the man is well and truly dead." she did not want to keep talking about this and if he kept pushing her she would leave him there to watch the party alone.