[ It's surprisingly kind, and she looks up at him with a softer expression, though briefly. There's such a stigma attached to the word that she doesn't realizes will evaporate with time that it feels very empathetic. And to her surprise, it does soothe the sting of that revelation, if only a little. ]

Thank you.

[ She says that quickly, and it's very sincere. Though it's a good thing she half interrupted to say it, since again, a complicated question. ]

Because he would prefer to capture me again and lock me back up in a tower. Comstock is my father, but I would be happy to never meet him again.

[ So with that, she shoots back more insistently: ]

But what about your parents? You ignored me the first time, so I'll ask again.