"Keller," Dalis repeated, a little smirk on his face. It was a good name, and really, he usually went by his last name, too. What a weird thing to have in common with his daughter.
He took Galen's hand, using his other hand to hold his cigarette. "Galen, thank you." And he meant his thanks when he said it. "I'd rather hear it from her, too, you know." Galen seemed like a great guy and everything, not to mention knowledgeable about his daughter, but this was family business. And Raksha might not even want to talk to him, and that was her right.
Dalis frowned when he looked up and saw the smoke detector. Of course he wanted to smoke right now. Actually, he wanted to drink right now, but he wasn't about to fall into that trap again. Smoking would do. "Thanks," he mumbled, taking a step in that direction before turning back to Galen. "The... who do I talk to about helping out?" With finding his daughter, of course. It would be a little ridiculous to come all this way to see her and not do anything.