Carin drummed on her tablet. "Several counts of petty theft, breaking and entering, at least two counts of trespassing, and," she read off her tablet,  quirking an eyebrow, "six counts of transit fare jumping," she said, "all of them are understandable, given your situation, and several known associates of equally questionable repute. We can, of course, make it all go away. As for your lineage," she gestured to Hera.<br/><br/>THe greek woman leaned forward, "what do you know of your father?" she asked. "According to your genetics, your father was one of us, who traveled to Japan in search of an enclave there some 25 years ago and, unfortunately, disappeared."