He nodded, and let out a small, hollow laugh. "Thanks." He sat in a chair close to her, and turned it a little so they were facing.
He was sure that anyone else would have been able to stop the bomb before it went off. That they'd have avoided being taken into custody for gun laws of all things, at the very least.
"It's weird, really. I mean, how people react to things. I always thought Dad was so cool, because nothing ever seemed to get to him. You were both very level headed. I didn't realize how rare that was until we moved back to San Francisco. Being around the others made me realize how much of an asset being calm on the outside was."