Pietro had never been told about her own father - how she only saw him once a year in person, and at all other times on a floating screen. How she still loved him, even though he'd mostly left her to raise herself. She figured that he was there, and that was better than most.
Shrugging a shoulder at his statement, Gaz continued eating her muffin. "I do. People bring me things I want and leave me alone because they know I'll hurt them if they don't. And I get to feed the zombies. They trapped some after Halloween last year." Which was just plain fun. And she lived two doors away from her boyfriend. That was good too.