Ronan thinks almost everyone here knows that people have had their abilities squashed and it's incredibly fucking annoying to Ronan would could have dreamed a world and more back home. Here, he can't even dream up something decent to eat, much less a night terror or something that would have actually helped them out there. When Adam looks at him, Ronan shakes his head; no he can't feel Cabeswater and he can't feel the power from the ley line that would let him dream Cabeswater. Of course, tonight he's going to try like hell to dream something.

Ronan knows the feeling.

As for Lydia's explanation of what she is and what that scream was...he tilts his head a little at Lydia. "Don't banshees predict death, or at least warn of it?" Niall had come over to America from Ireland when he was a young man. Because of that, Ronan grew up with all kinds of old Irish folklore and superstitions.

No, Adam is right. Lydia did save them. Sure, Ronan could take care of himself but he couldn't take on a mob by himself. "Thanks," he echos.

Ronan pulls away his sleeve covered hand from Adam's ear, smearing the blood on his jumpsuit leg. He looks a little closer at Adam's ear. "Nah. It's stopped, You're okay." He doesn't step away from Adam though; he stays close, unwilling to leave his side right now.