"A city," Sweeney answered without giving much actual thought to it. "A bloody fucken sentient one at that. Known only as, from what I've been told, as The City. Which tells me it's a tad pretentious to think it is the anything. But the damn thing moves and shifts." His cigarette was done and dead. Taking the final smoke on it, he flicked it to the ground and stomped the embers out. Littering, sure, but if the City was sentient then maybe it could clean itself up.
The woman seemed a bit frightened of him, which was ridiculous. He hadn't attacked a woman in... well not since the last time a bean sidhe had woken him from a dead sleep. Stupid wailing spirits. Just shut the hell up and let a leprechaun sleep. He couldn't give two shits if showing up at the door of those who were to die just to silence those infernal women gave him the reputation that he had done the killing, he really hadn't.
He really had only ever wanted a solid night's sleep. Thankfully, didn't seem like America, nor The City, had an abundance of bean sidhes with which to interrupt his slumber.
"Do I frighten you, lass? You seem a bit... troubled."