"Wife." she corrected, her tone as 'normal' as before "Pakpao Morris, my wife.  Damica-Star Morris, my daughter.  She was a Muay Thai fighter from Thailand, met her when she moved to Seattle, married her when I was 24, eighteen years ago, met her a year before that..."<br/><br/>Clearly she had aged quite well; she looked<em>maybe</em>30...<br/><br/>"Lost them both six years ago, different... incidents." she said, her expression still stoic as before, popping another Betel ball from her pocket into her mouth "Funny,<em>I</em>was the one getting shot at for a living, they're the ones that died.  Supposed to be the other goddamn way around to make any fucking sense..."