This is where she sobers, looks sad. Sombre. Why did Ma's family leave Ireland?

(She's not going to explain about her da yet. That is... Complicated. She doesn't yet know how the people here think of convicts and their families.)

"Bad harvest," she says, then tilts her head a little to correct herself. "Bad food. The crops got the blight. They got sick, rotted in the ground. People died from hunger. My mother's father, he said that they'll go to Australia, the new land. It'll be better. It'll be warm and the food'll grow."

Now her full mouth tilts in the wry smile of a second-generation born child.

"Australia is hot. There are different problems."