Mairead got the hint and drew a pouch of coins out her many pockets. Anyone else might be nervous to carry almost cent they had on their person, but Mairead knew she could fight off any thief or other unfavorable sort. She thought of tossing the pouch to Inspector Tillman, but then thought better of it considering his hangover and placed it on the table before him. "Thank ye fer yet help. Ah do hope ye find helpin' me eis worth it." She stepped back from the table with a polite nod in farewell and turned to the front hall to pay the serving woman for the whiskey, then to the door to continue her sleep-deprived searching.