"Oh - no!" She starts laughing again. Takes another drink, a big mouthful. Swallowing, shaking her head. "Not me. Just the bandits. We call them psychos, raiders, they live in the badlands - for uh, obvious reasons. There are people who are still kind of sane. Still really violent - "

Anyway. "But what's it like in uh Irish? I know a gang that talks like you. They're called uhm, uhm the - the - " her eyes scrunch up, nose wrinkling as she tries to think, that isn't the alcohol, she knows, that's not being hooked into a database. " - the Zafords."