Having never died before, Tree had no idea that she'd inherited the ability of her father to come back from the dead, coupled with her mother's ability to heal injuries just by shape-shifting.
As she slowly came back to consciousness, her head lifting up from where her body had been drug out of the metal carnage, she was aware of her father sitting dumbfounded on the ground between her and Fred. The grief was evident on his face. Jack must think she and Fred were dead. And for all intents and purposes, Tree had been dead.
Disoriented from her revival, she coughed a little and sat up gingerly, her hair having switched from the blood stained blonde to a neon red. "Daddy?" she said softly, her vocal cords still a little bruised.