Even through the running water Jack could hear the voices in the next room, hoping that the Pictsies wouldn't do anything too outrageous to his cousin before he had a chance to explain them to her. He cut the water, cracking the door open to snag the towel that hung on the heating rail, and wrapping it around his waist just as he hear what sounded like an actual Irish accent (or at least as close as he'd heard) come from the bathroom doorway.<br/><br/>He opened the shower door fully and stepped out, turning to the doorway, and stopped in surprise. The apparaition that stood waiting for him was most definitely<em>not</em>what he had expected.<br/><br/>His first thought was that a Fir Bolg had gotten into the room, and was about to leap at him. Instinct called on him to summon his pistols and open fire.<br/><br/>His eyes darted past her to the room beyond and the Pictsies rolling around on the floor, not in agony but in mirth. His eyes flicked over the figure in the doorway again, noting the posture, and no apparent intent to attack.<br/><br/>He also remember the Sluagh that his Father had introduced him to after Slaine ... even the strangest of forms could hide a true heart.<br/><br/>He relaxed his own posture and bowed to the woman before him. "Be welcome, cousin, to my .. well, my hall for the next while at least. Will you take bread and salt with me?" he said, invoking the ancient rules of hospitality.