He gave his daughter a smile back. It might not have been bright or wide, but at least the shock was starting to ease up a little bit. He could deal with it, he was sure. It seemed that no one with the last name of Adama was destined to do things according to plan, which did make him wonder when the other boot was going to drop with Joseph, but that was a worry for another day. Lee nodded, heartened by Anne's promise.
"My footsteps aren't what matters, Anne. What you want does, and that's always been to be a pilot. If that changes, well, then it changes, but I can't say I'm sorry to hear it hasn't."
Lee sighed, leaning heavily on a shelving unit. "I guess I'm going to have to talk to the quartermaster and have him see about a locker for you guys, and I still do need to read him at least a partial riot act." He straightened, crossed the room and put a hand on Anne's shoulder. "First, though, you need to tell your mother."