Bella glanced around, committing this establishment to memory in case she saw reason to return someday. There didn't seem to be anything for her—not now, at least—but she'd had an interesting experience here to say the least.

"I should probably get going," she said, suddenly rising to her feet. "It was - uh - good to meet you...sir. I wish you and your communist Irish republic well."

(Whatever that meant—she still wasn't exactly sure.)

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