Yikes. Dagny was good at controlling her reactions, but there were some things you couldn't prepare for - like the news that your mother had creepy guys staring at her when she was a kid. Not. Cool.
"No." Dagny answered, suddenly earnest. She even turned a little in her seat to give Darcy her full attention. No more of this sly side-eye stuff. "My parents were great. I had a tutu and a top hat - which I insisted upon wearing to school - but that was all me."
Okay. Suddenly asking probing questions was less fun. Why. Why did she keep doing this? Hadn't Dagny learned her lesson the last time, with her dad?