Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry!
The only answer that followed was, "Mhmm," as she took a drink from her glass. Clearly, she did not believe him. She likely never would.
"I'm sure you have plenty of pent up swearing to make up for since you had to censor yourself this year. Good job, by the way," she said with a little wiggle of her glass as though she was toasting his success. Ana honestly just wanted to have a few drink and forget momentarily about that awkward encounter. "Sometimes you just need to swear randomly to let off some tension." She took another drink before saying, "Fuck fuck fuck." She seemed to contemplate something for a moment after that, "I have a dad. A damn amazing one at that. I don't need someone telling me they're the long-lost father who was batshit crazy." She laughed, not a comical sort of laugh. More of a sarcastic, irritated kind. "But how the fucking hell does he know my moms name?" This question, though rhetorical, seemed directled to Digger as though he might know he answer.