Lorna had seen her share of angsty teenagers and grumpy old men. Ronan wasn't going to phase her, though normally she had a short temper. She was determined not to give him the satisfaction.

She did drop her hand, but not her smile. "Your fucking bird, as you called it, is really the least of my concerns. The fact of the matter is that our paths are going to keep crossing if we're both friends with Adam, and it's better to be friendly than antagonistic." It was simply logical, though she doubted that argument would fall on fertile soil.