"I don't plan on worrying about it." Giving him a bit of a scowl for the headpat. She's not five or something. She pulls her head out from under his hand and crossed her arms. "So it was whoever this guy is that .... made you? He sent the military after you?"

What a jerk of a dad! Her nose wrinkles at the mere idea. "But now you're free, right? No one even knows you're here. You can do what you want." She looks around, gestures a little. "Fix this place up, even, or go somewhere else and do it. Make something else your own."