"No." She replied probably a bit to quickly and turned her face away from his. "I don't have anything to talk about." It wasn't a complete lie. She had something to talk about but she had no idea how to even begin putting her thoughts into words. To talk about it would only confirm her suspicion that her father was a less than honorable man. He had his flaws and he wasn't perfect, but he wasn't a killer was he?<br/><br/>She adjusted the towel around her torso to prevent it from slipping down and shivered slightly from the cold of the room. "I'm going to get dressed real quick and brush out my hair. After that we can go get those things I was talking about if you like." She gave him a soft peck on the cheek and rose out of her chair to cross the floor and back to the bathroom to redress in the only clothing she had at the moment.<br/><br/>Standing before the mirror she looked at her own reflection as she brushed her locks of dark hair and gave a short sigh. She was feeling hopeless again and she was growing to really despise that feeling. She was tougher than this. She didn't need to cower and cringe at every noise. She didn't need to depend on her father for anything. She had gotten herself out of Johnny's grasp by summoning Jimmy. Maybe she was stronger than she gave herself credit for.