Molly was a character, Certainly. Whether you pitied her or found her displeasure repulsive, it was up to your decision. But everyone knew her situation was bleak, glum, depressing at times.

And after an especially bad fight with Dutch, You felt a pang of guilt coarse through you. Approaching her you tapped her shoulder and asked her out for some booze, to which she obliged.

Once at the location, You settled down at a table and she spoke, in that lovely Dublin accent she has. “Thanks.”