"First, I want answers myself, from you especially." He nods to Sarah, before wheeling himself over to a battered steel coffee pot. "Help yourselves to cups. The brew's piss-poor, but it's not poisoned, I promise." He takes a sip to settle himself, then starts up again.
"You said a lot had changed. What do you think you know about this world? There's enough about the way you carry yourself that I can believe you're Steve's daughter, but he'd have to have kept you a secret a hell of a long time, and you sure don't look only two years old."
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