<div class="floatright">(https://images.propstore.com/4128.jpg)</div><br/>The elderly man had gotten a suspicious look as he honed in a bit on Barb and made the woman smile, but as he departed with those weird last words her suspicion had given in to confusion.<br/>Then there was father daughter time. Which had lasted a long LONG while, maybe because she truly was her fathers daughter and as much as he had held on, she had clung right back while bawling her eyes out. It had been too many years since she was ripped away, there had been too much worry and mourning for her not to revert to that state. And in truth, her father was one of the ones she trusted to handle her even though she had outgrown him strength wise.<br/><br/>When the day came for all to gather she was more smiles and laughter. Feeling hopeful when seeing how many that had gathered after all, and getting to know Same-Bito and Obakemono a bit more.<br/>She wasn't exactly sparring with the two large brawlers that had arrived, but more exchanging ideas and tips on how to fight close and personal. "...yeah, and how did you two work around clothes ripping during fights at the start?" It had really been a huge issue, arms getting torn off shirts. Holes when getting shot at or stabbed, and down right incineration of the very fabric.