"Hence the cane," she quickly asked her as she even more quickly gestured at the cane, but she wasn't about to ask questions. As far as she was concerned, the 'original hows' weren't any of her business, only 'future hows'. How could she help? But then she pointed at Dani with both index fingers and nodded. "Fire away!" And fortunately, she remembered to keep herself in check, even as her hand moved for the fork and cut off a first piece off the pie.
And a few more seconds was all she needed to come up with a good alternative story to explain her rather extraordinary qualifications. "Well, I was raised in foster homes and I had plenty of little foster sisters and brothers that I had to keep an eye on. You know, keep them out of trouble, make sure they don't hurt themselves and they eat, brush their teeth before bedtime, that they're dressed and help them with their homework, make sure they got where they needed to be." In other words, plenty. And after saying all that, she finally had her piece of pie.