Ren narrowed her eyes at him. In her attempts to read between the lines he was putting out her forehead creased a little before she gave a little; "Ah." Fionn then. But...probably not homid. She knew all her cousins. And her cousins cousins.

"North or South Ireland?" She would know him if he was from England and while he didn't have a thick accent, Ren thought she could detect a twinge of something. And she would like to know if she was dealing with a fucking Fundie.

The Ahroun rolled her eyes. "Sounds like a lotta pretty words for dead." Facts were facts and couldn't be ignored. This wasn't the Homeland but it was the best they were going to get.