Irene’s brows shot up, and another small smile quirked at her lips. She hadn’t given Dempsey a very easy comment to rebound off of, and yet it seemed he nailed it on the head. Because what else was one supposed to respond with after their conversation partner admitted to witnessing something as horrible as that? She waited, stooping down to pick out a cigarette from her satchel and lighting it as he turned to make her a drink.

“And what about yourself,” She asked conversationally. “Any skeletons in your closet you’d like to clear out?” She cracked another grin. “It’s April after all, might as well get a start on that spring cleaning.” Her tone indicated there was little pressure to actually reveal anything as she took a drag on her cigarette.

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