‘I’m Moira.’ ‘Great accent,’ Rick says, grinning. ‘I guess you’re another transplant from England like these guys?’ He says the word England as if it has three syllables – En-ger-land. And his smile makes him look less imposing, more goofy, but Moira isn’t prepared to drop her guard. ‘I am.’ ‘You live here?’ He holds her eye contact. She gives a curt nod. ‘Moved in last month.’
