"I do. I was born into a war. Created to be a soldier. ...But we carry on, yeah?" Jenny smiles at him, pushing away from a subject she doesn't want to talk about, a past she'd rather forget.
"...Now, shall we go?"
"And he would worry. I haven't known my father for very long, but he has a habit of forgetting that I'm not a child, always looking out for me. What a dad does, I suppose." Jenny takes the man's arm, "And yes, we shall!" She laughs, "In all of this excitement, you've forgotten why you're out and about, and I've forgotten my manners. We haven't even introduced ourselves! I'm Jenny." She can't help but grin after she says her name. She loves it. It's something that's uniquely hers, something that says so much about who she is while barely saying anything at all.