Regan's face fell, with the experience of a child who knew that when adults said "some time," they meant months and months, and sometimes they didn't come back at all...
"How long?" She asked, not bothering to hide her impatient pout. She had things to do, and plans beyond herself that were already set in motion. Besides, she was young, and she didn't want to spend time getting to know and trust some stuffy old man--even if he was her father's friend.