"I've been here for, perhaps eight mont's," she said with her charming Irish lilt. She smiled at him and then tilted her head. "Perhaps ye'd accompany me to the market? Ye never know when a good, strong constable is needed ta save the day." She was clearly flirting with him. Her eyes twinkled merrily. "And ye look like a good, strong constable." She reached out and touched his upper arm briefly, lowering her lashes and biting her lower lip.