"Yes, please", replied Connor. He was still looking at the papers. He looked up as he continued. "White with one sugar..."<br/><br/>He dropped his papers. His face had gone pale. He'd seen this girl before. Not in person, merely an old photo in the hospital records. She was older now, a woman and a stunningly beautiful one at that, but those same deep green eyes stared at him. He composed himself.<br/><br/>"Sorry. I...."<br/><br/>Should he introduce himself? Let her know they shared a common background. How would she react to the knowledge that she was talking to an employee of a place that had once been her prison and torture chamber? He decided against passing on that knowledge.<br/><br/>He paused, unsure of what to say next. He didn't want to let this opportunity slip, to speak to the daughter of the Doyle family. "Do you like violins?" he found himself saying.