[Paddy was half way through formulating a question about the necklace, but his train of thought is abruptly cut short when she does that. He leans over the railing, watching it fall into... well, someone else's world. That'd hurt, if it hit someone on the head.

He finally looked up at her, and asked, very simply, and a little quietly, not noticing the cigarette burning away in his fingers,]

Does... does that make you feel any better?