Pietro was slow to come to a stand still, brow creased in momentary confusion before smiling at her. "Regan? What are you doing here?" he asked with a small laugh, drawing close to the front of the cell again, "How did you know I was-" he seemed to notice his father for the first time, and he looked away, cheeks flushed with something akin to embarrassment. He wondered how long it would be before Father trusted him again. This punishment was turning out pretty light, at least there was that, there must be some hope for them.