He shrugs, running his tongue over his teeth. "Met a couple of Irishmen, but they're too young ta know the tongue." His brow furrows.

"There is one cunt. Right after I got here, back when we could only speak in different languages. He couldn't speak it 'pparently. But he kept writin' me notes an' throwin' 'em at me."

Sweeney rolls his eyes, clearly not a fan. He goes on to describe a fellow conspicuously like Thomas Blanky.