[Her jaw is still tight, holding back the emotions that threaten to come out, but she’s just as angry as he is. No one should be forced into these situations, but apparently that is exactly what this place likes to do. Of course it couldn’t be easy enough to just let it there. And Frank seemed just as bulldozed over by the question as she is.

Her expression softens when she looks up at him, because of course he’s lived through something similar. She wouldn’t wish that on anyone though.]

I just lost my father about a day ago after not seeing him for 13 years. Everyone thought he was a war criminal, but he wasn’t. And he died in my arms for it. [Her breathing is harder, because it’s still not easy to talk about. She wipes angrily at her eyes.] My mother was shot down the last day I saw my father.