It took Brigid a moment to realize he hadn't understood her because she'd been speaking in Irish. "Meant somethin of the sort, yes," she smiled. "Sorry. I tend t'revert t'my roots as it were, when I'm overtaken."

She managed a look around her kitchen, at the twisted up curtains, the cups shattered on the ground around spilled tea. "And it appears I was quite overtaken, wasn't I? I didn't hurt ye?"