Underdog, as if on cue, came straight over to the dropped food. Dropped food was her favorite kind of food. Underdog found human food way more interesting than anything Mia could feed her.
The girl was harder to describe than Dinah. "She's..." Mia had trouble finding an appropriate word to describe her, "interesting." She shrugged. "About seven, raised to be nothing but some super ninja." Mia shook her head. She figured out long ago that there was a difference between having a shitty childhood and not being able to have a childhood at all. She had had one of the shittiest childhood's ever, but she still had the occasional flash of memory of her mother bringing cupcakes to school for her birthday, or being very young and at the zoo with a grandmother. Kids like Sin (or hell, even Damian probably) had no frame of reference for what childhood even was.
"But she'll be fine, she has a quality that reminds me of Lian a lot." And it was true. She hadn't been lying to reassure Dinah when she said she thought the kid would be alright. "They're going to have to forge and fake an international private adoption to keep her here though, and it'll have to pass for real if anyone comes looking though. So she's still figuring that out."