Cricket Creek Bog war tongues flickered about that dirty old church mouth

The comment brought about a snort from Queenie and a sly smile. Her eyes scanned the strange adornment around the brute's neck, wondering, Where did it come from? Now that they had gotten over their initial meeting and his weird approach, she thought that the two of them ought to be able to have (mildly sarcastic) small talk. 

After a pensive lick of her chops, Queenie commented, I don't recall your name, stranger.