"A sword," she questioned with a light shake of her head. "<Of course he shares with you before he shares with me>," she muttered in Japanese, leaning back in her chair, eyeing Danny, wondering how much about him he knew that she didn't. Colleen knew he had secrets; she had her own suspicions about her father, Professor Lee Wing, the wise scholar and pragmatic adventurer, but never brought them up. Over the years, some of the things she'd learned about him became silent knowledge. She drank her coffee, but didn't press Danny for more secrets, only let it reassert that her dad was a bad ass. "The day I stop worrying about him and the dangers of his profession will be the day he stops worrying about mine." And they both knew that day would never come.