At that, Moira laughs, the first she can remember doing since Europe, long before the whole evil witch coven and cursed memory loss thing. It feels damn good to do so. "Hey, I'm a ruffled shirts kind of girl, I'll have you know," she says with a smirk. "And yeah, I'm rather fond of my right to vote, too."

"I'm sorry about your father," she says, sympathetic. "But I'm glad you had so much quality time with him. It sounds like you guys were really close."

She pauses, before adding: "I lost my dad, too. He used to take me fishing all the time. I think that's why, in part, I love the ocean so much."