Jerry sighed for a moment, listening to her talk about how she didn't know he had a child with him. "I was protecting her that way. I didn't know what kind of person you were. We just recently got here, and the last group of people we were with... turned on us because the group was too big.." he started to say. He would have said more till he felt the the shards being pulled from his back. He flinched, closing his eyes tightly and gripping the arm of the couch. He tried to remain calm while he could. "I pointed that gun at you because I thought you'd be the same as everyone else, kill us just to survive. I didn't want Emma to go through life without a family again... She's been through so much, I'm all she has left..." he said, calming down, though the tears were now being shed through his closed eyes. It wasn't from the shards being pulled out, it was from having to tell her what their situation was. "Everyone out here is trying to survive, after her parents died, I've been the only thing she's had close to as a father. Sure, I don't look like one. People judge appearances all the time. I even did that to you but only for safety reasons..." Slowly, Jerry stood up from the couch, trying to wipe the tears from his face, but they continued to fall. "Our minds are just jumbled up right now..." he said quietly.<br/><br/>He slowly turned around to face the girl and said, "I'm... sorry we came off on bad terms.. My name is Jerry. Jerry Kwan... The child you saw me with, is Emma, she's adopted.." Jerry then broke eye contact from Brena, looking down at the floor. Protective was all he was doing right now, he was just doing what any parent would for their child. He just forgot the negative effects it would have on them. Soon, Emma came back down the stairs, holding a stuffed dog plush in her arms. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked at Brena, then at Jerry. She didn't say anything, just slowly came into the room and sat in a chair in the corner of the room.