Though Saoirse was still irritated, her anger and annoyance had mostly subsided by now. It became quickly apparent to her that the other woman likely wasn't from Whitby, what with the thick accent and just.....the vibes surrounding her. But maybe she was wrong and Whitby natives just sound like that. "Well, that's good, aye?" she replied, not expecting nor wanting an answer to the question. "What do you think I'm doing?" Another question she didn't want an answer to.

"Writing, of course," she raised up her notebook to further prove that she is, actually, writing. "Do you have a problem with that or somethin'?" Though her tone may have seemed confrontational or irritated, the question was genuine. Was this girl here to drive her away from her spot or something? Would be a real shame.