[She smiles. He really is almost out of a story.] So, a good person.

[Without being too trusting. Good. She thinks she can probably trust him to deal with the poison well, then. But, well, as good and kind as he's made himself out to be - she didn't expect him to start crying. ...That did sound a bit pathetic, didn't it?]

Thank you, Father - is that the appropriate title? I need to work on fine motor controls, too, but walking will be a start. [Home is. A sticky subject, she has complicated feelings she doesn't know how to identify. Maybe she can ask Keith later.]

I don't think I'll have very much in common with most people here, if anything at all. But compiling data is most of what I'll be useful for, until I can move properly.