Toby took a drink, seeming to think about that, "Chris, she's a... young-" God, he didn't even know how old she was. He'd have to look into that, "Girl, and you're a large, strange man with a crucifix tattoo'd on your arm. If she wasn't shy around you at first, I'd be worried. She was shy to begin with, just... be patient. And enjoy it," He mused with a little smile, shaking his head a bit.
For all Gen had tried to create a little debutante to go along with her 'idea of a family', the girl had fallen much to the influence of her father and brother, prone to climbing trees and playing with frogs, things like that. She always wanted her brother's-
He realized, abruptly, that this wasn't the holly he knew. She had no brother, no mother. Just him. He felt a wave of sadness over not being there for her- this her, and his Holly- before deciding he would put that towards being a better father now.
"I shouldn't be talking like that- I don't know that girl any better than you do," He sighed, shaking his head.