"Ciannait." Bronwyn corrected automatically, then looked closely at the detective's face. "No, me drink is fine, rather, let me buy ya one." She caught the bartender's eye, and he came right over.<br/>"Scotch?" she asked Malloy.<br/>"Sounds great, but I can get my own." Malloy said, pulling out his wallet.<br/>"Scotch on the rocks, top shelf." Bronwyn said, ignoring the detective. "My tab, alright?"<br/>"Really-" Malloy started, but Bronwyn cut across him.<br/>"Don' argue, detective. I've no love for thugs an' ya look like ya've already had a night of it." Brandon served Malloy's scotch and topped off Bronwyn's whiskey. "So ya been checkin' me background?"<br/>"How'd you guess?" Malloy asked, sipping his scotch.<br/>"Yer a detective an' I never gave ya me last name." Bronwyn said. "Connect the dots."<br/>Bronwyn wasn't worried about what would show up under a background check. She had several ID portfolios that would hold up no matter who was checking, and she paid very good money every few years to have them updated.