[He goes still for a moment, flummoxed. Then he bursts out laughing.]
Shit! Sorry, old habits dying hard here. You've never met the Irish, have you? Probably never will at this point, they didn't see fit to save many of them from the Storm now did they? [He holds out a hand to shake.] Rich Tozier. Please forgive the gaffe, it's always been a struggle to hold back a joke.
And you are?
[Obviously no one familiar with Earth and all its mighty nations. That much is certain. She doesn't look like an alien, but she could very well be some kind of sorceress, or an elf. Depends on how eager the cosmos is to test his patience for bullshit today. She looks like she belongs on a fantasy paperback, all got up in fourteenth century finery with silver hair to match that silver tongue.]
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Shit! Sorry, old habits dying hard here. You've never met the Irish, have you? Probably never will at this point, they didn't see fit to save many of them from the Storm now did they? [He holds out a hand to shake.] Rich Tozier. Please forgive the gaffe, it's always been a struggle to hold back a joke.
And you are?
[Obviously no one familiar with Earth and all its mighty nations. That much is certain. She doesn't look like an alien, but she could very well be some kind of sorceress, or an elf. Depends on how eager the cosmos is to test his patience for bullshit today. She looks like she belongs on a fantasy paperback, all got up in fourteenth century finery with silver hair to match that silver tongue.]