Diane closed her eyes at the sensation. She'd never admit it, but she hated it. It still left her a little woozy, but she didn't show it. When she opened her eyes a moment later, she swallowed the slight sick feeling and grinned at him. "Easy," she said in a cocky voice even as her father looked at her like she was a small child. She hated when he did that. Or at least that's what she wanted him to think. She shook her head. "You, sit. Me, go do stuff." She gestured to each of them as she spoke and then she gently pushed him toward the couch.