"You didn't offend me," Jean promised, shoving her hands a little deeper into the pockets of her coat. It was cold out and she didn't have gloves; she had to make do with the pockets and hope that the wool didn't get wet. She felt cold all the time now, even indoors, and she thought that was just because the wood-fed furnaces and fireplaces just didn't heat as well as central heating.

"It's pretty hard to offend me, Credence, I promise. I've lived...I look young but I've seen a lot of things. I don't think I'm going to be offended just because you were overly polite. If anything, it's kind of nice that you'd want to be. I don't think people do enough of that anymore. At least not where I come from."