She cringed at his statement and glared at the floor, not daring to meet his eyes or even his general face region. Her voice when she next spoke - grumbled really - was bitter and angry and she didn't care to attempt to hide it, "If I'm your daughter, where have you been all my life? Certainly not looking for me. Only useful when I'm exposed as a freak, that's what I am."
Lorna crossed her arms and walked away from the door into the living area, calling back, "Guess you should come in or something. I don't have anything to offer. I just got here. What's the protocal for having a known terrorist come over to say hello anyway? Coffee, tea?"