"Aye, I'm not. I'm also not one t'give much of a bleedin fuck if others b'lieve me or think me mad for what I know t'be true," Brigid commented with an easy smile. "That might be part of it. I'm not tryin t'convince anyone, simply statin what is."

She poured her own tea, sipped at it. "No, or not so as I'd recognize it if they have. I've heard Bailey sing, and the happiness it can make me feel, but apart from that, I don't believe I have." There was a memory there, of Bailey telling her about what he could do with his powers. As she wasn't powerless herself, she wasn't worried overmuch about Jack. "Are ye thinkin of givin me a demonstration?"