She is cynical. But if her mouth always ran like that she'd be dead quickly. "<span style="color: #00FF00">If you are not the true daughter, it can be proven through a simple blood test. And until you go and take it, I can't release you from my current <span style="font-style: italic">welcoming</span> custody.</span>" He slightly stressed the word "welcoming" with disgust.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #00FF00">You will not be able to get the test done until Monday, so please just co-operate until then.</span>" He stood and walked over to the wall that was curtained and pressed a button revealing a window wall. He leaned against it and crossed his arms, staring outside. "<span style="color: #00FF00">Though if you voice such opinions before or after your test no matter the results...</span>" He looked at her reflection eyes. "<span style="color: #00FF00">You'd be hard pressed to be anywhere but underground.</span>" His eyes left her's and he stared out at nothing.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #00FF00">Down the hallway third door on the right is my guest room. There is a doot inside the room that connects to my spare bathroom. Kitchen is at your disposal and don't try to kill yourself with anything you find.</span>" With that he pushed away from the window and left down the hallway and entered the first door on the left. Into his study.<br/><br/>He put on his reading glasses and started on paperwork, his one monitor on and following her throughout her search of his apartment. It'd monitor her in the bathroom and only turn on if there was blood, it wouldn't turn on from clothing. It new the difference because it was the same system used for psych wards.<span style="color: #00FF00"><span style="font-style: italic">Ah, I forgot to tell her my name and vice versa...</span></span>He shrugged and looked at the clock. He had a few hours until dinner time. He'd do so then.