Whatever surprise she felt at the idea of Saoirse swimming right now is only strengthened by Greta's odd response. Seems it ain't just unusual — there's some specific reason about it, something Greta's not sure about telling. Anne's hands still as she waits, wondering if she ought to back down. Maybe this probably ain't her business.

The comparison to Sweeney catches her by surprise at first, though it isn't hard to follow. Something to do with magic, if Anne had to guess, since that's practically commonplace here. It seems Greta doesn't want to cut right to the center of it, and Anne is curious, but not keen to push. After a moment's consideration, she goes back to her work.

"Irish?" she ventures with a fleeting, wry smirk, then ducks her head back down, adding, "Don't have to tell me, if you don't want. Not my business."