Bronwyn looked away first, clearing her throat.<br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Gabh mo leithscÃ©al</span>." she muttered.<br/>Tara gave her a blank look.<br/>"Excuse me." Bronwyn translated. "I forgot meself fer a moment."<br/>The raw thirst that constantly raged within the vampire was growing. Later tonight or first thing tomorrow she would have to feed. Tara smelled, well... mouthwatering. Add in more than her fair share of sex appeal, and it was no surprise Bronwyn was having trouble concentrating on the cards.<br/>"Tomorrow is fine." Bronwyn said, wrenching her attention back to the detective. "After nightfall, if ya don' mind, I've a bit o' a problem with sunlight."