[@t2wave]
[b]MAP ROOM[/b]

She quirked a brow at him. People not understanding her was common enough, she supposed, but it never failed to make her a tad indignant. She leaned against the center pillar, mulling over how to rephrase her question.

"Aye, ya voice. Ya talk like one o' the suit-and-tie-folks, y'know, the businessmen. Not a lot o' them around San Francisco anymore, so where ya from?" 

It was perhaps the first question she ever asked people. Even when she was set up behind a small table, playing them in rigged games of blackjack or find-the-lady, she'd always lead with some form or another of "where are you from?". Mostly because she was curious about that sort of thing, but also because she'd vowed never to con a Spaniard or another Irish. Seemed like bad blood, really.